I don’t regret loving you, but I regret loving you more than I loved myself.
Being in a relationship with you caused me so much pain… If I hadn’t gotten into a relationship with you, I wouldn’t have ended up so broken.
However, I don’t regret our relationship. I don’t regret having spent two years of my life with a man who never loved me as much as I loved him.
Your love was something I always had to earn, and you used to say that I needed to deserve it.
It made me work hard to get at least the smallest signs of affection from you, but no matter how much I tried, it was never enough.
You wanted me to be someone different, and I was ready to give up on myself and try to become the person you want me to be because I loved you more than I loved myself.
Your love was always something I had to fight for, and I was ready for that but I was fighting a battle I had already lost because your love was cold and ignorant.
You never gave yourself fully to me. Even in those rare times when I could feel your love, I never felt like you were fully mine.
When I love, I give my heart and soul. I don’t hold back.
I loved you more than I loved myself because it’s the only way I know how, and I loved everything about you.
Even those things about you that were major red flags were things I loved, because I loved you for who you were, with all your flaws.
I made you my priority, and I put your every need above my own. But I was never your priority.
Loving you more than I loved myself left me crying alone, while you didn’t care enough to wipe those tears away, even though you were the one who caused them.
You would even get angry at me for asking you to.
But I don’t regret choosing you. How could I regret choosing you when you were my first love? The first man who made me feel like a woman.
Just looking into your eyes was enough to make my heart beat like a drum. One look from you, and I would get weak in the knees.
It was like you put a spell on me that made me blind to all the bad things about you and our relationship.
Things were often really bad, but I didn’t care, as long as you called me yours.
Of course, it wasn’t always bad, because, sometimes, you would make me feel like I had found the man I’d spend the rest of my life with.
I believed that my love was strong enough for both of us, that it was strong enough to make us happy, to make our relationship survive every time and to make you love me…
I believed that my love was stronger than your demons. But it wasn’t.
Your words were like knives in my heart, slowly killing my confidence. But it was me who destroyed my pride.
Loving you more than I loved myself made me crawl to you and beg for your love, every time after you hurt me.
Every time I cried over you, more of my happiness was stolen and soon there was nothing of me left.
I don’t regret giving you my love, I regret giving you every single piece of myself.
You shattered me into pieces, and they were yours to take because I loved you more than I loved myself.
I regret giving you my all because you never gave me anything in return.
No matter how much I hoped my love would make you love me too, you left me with nothing.
I thought that you would change if I loved you enough, but it actually only changed me. My love for you turned me into something I never wanted to be.
No matter how much I begged for your love, I never got it, and I know now that you never really loved me.
I don’t regret wasting all that time, but I regret making myself believe that you loved me, even though you gave me nothing but pain.
I don’t regret loving you, I regret loving you more than I loved myself because it made me lose myself and forget who I was.
All I wanted to do was save you, but I actually needed to save myself from you.
After we broke up, I was devastated, and I thought my life was over. I didn’t think that I’d ever love again because you left me broken, and I thought no one could love a broken woman.
However, I don’t regret our relationship. It was my first real relationship, and it made me stronger.
Thanks to you, I realized that I am strong enough to survive anything and that my life wasn’t over when you left. It had only just begun.
I learned that no matter how broken I become, I can put my pieces back together and turn out even better than I was.
Most importantly, I learned to love myself, to love who I am.
Once I stopped trying to become the person you wanted me to be, I found myself again after being lost for such a long time.
I don’t regret our relationship, but I don’t regret that it ended either.
The only thing I regret is that I loved you more than I loved myself because if I hadn’t, it would have ended sooner.
I would have left the moment I realized how bad you were for me, and how little you cared.
You were the biggest mistake of my life, but I don’t regret making it.
It was something that needed to happen, and there’s no point in crying over spilled milk.
I am now ready to love again, with all my heart, all of me, just like I loved you.
But with one exception. I’ll never love anyone more than I love myself, and I won’t let myself get lost in a relationship again.