Let me write a the cycle we consistently been going through for the past 4 months:
You don’t communicate with me. I try to be there for you, and let you know that I’m here for you if you ever talk. You don’t. I get upset. You have a breakdown, and reveal to me everything (the truth, the lies, etc). We make up. Your sorry, you say you’ll not do this every again. You say you’ll be truthful, even if it hurts me. You tell me you love me, you tell me how beautiful my body is, my lips, how beautiful I am as a person. You tell me that you will always love me, and that you respect me. You regret treating me like a joke. I don’t believe you, you convince that you really do feel this way. I believe you are being true. I believe that you are being true to yourself. We communicate successfully for a week. Then you fuck up, hurt me, break your promises, leave me, don’t talk to me, etc. Then we talk again, after a couple days or weeks, and repeat from beginning.
The worst thing is that you know me so well, that you know how much this effects me, yet you do it. You have no shame.
I know that you love me, but its quite sad. In the end, there is not much people in your life who will ever really be there for you. Just me and your best friend. Other than that, no one does. And once they get to see the real you, they will not want be around someone who is so incredible untrue to themselves.
I don’t love you anymore.