A single tear fell down my cheek, and I bit my tongue so hard it bled. My throat was tight, and the knot only grew tighter the more I tried to keep my emotions locked away. I cleared my throat and gripped my blanket harder. Am I not good enough? Did I subconsciously become a shitty girlfriend because I knew, deep down, I didn’t love Chad like he thought I did? I cared for Chad—I did. There was once a time where his eyes in my direction made my heart jump. But he changed. I changed. And our relationship changed. It became more about how I could please him so he would stop making me feel less
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