I really am too soft.
I admit all my mistakes but there's always something else.
Apologising for things I have or haven't done seems a bit obsolete by now.
But I continue to do it anyway.
I'm at the stage where I'm willing to overcome all jealousy just for you to be happy.
I think that's probably one of the biggest signs of love for someone.
Even if I'm miserable, all that matters is your happiness.
After all, even if you do move on, I will always know you'll still love me.
Even by the tiniest bit.
As will I.
More than you will ever know...