still love you

When ever I think about you, I focus on the bad stuff. The way you made me feel small, the way you reminded me daily how I wasn’t good enough, they way you broke me heart. Because if I think about the good stuff like the way you held my hand, the way I could call you at 4am and you’d always pick up, the way we sung that song in the car, the way you loved me. If I think about all of that. I might be forced to admit that I still love you.