I guess being the loser has never sat well with me. Call it my part of my upbringing.

I don't believe in soul mates or true loves anymore. Because if you meet one, or you think that you did, and they dont reciprocate. ... it goes beyond words.
The shit you put up with. The excuses you make. The amount of tolerance and compromise you make. You bend your wills, your stands, your beliefs. You put up with the childishness, the loneliness, the excuses, all for the happy moments, the laughter, the small brief moments your hands touch and he holds it tight. the morning hugs and kisses despite smelly breaths. The intimacy, the secrets, the hours, and the comfort.

but then there's The lie. But that is enough. You awaken to the worthlessness you degrade yourself down to.

And you realize it isn't worth it at all.

RIP