There’s only so many times you can tell yourself it’s not you, until you realize – it just might be you.
Until you look back at every failed relationship you’ve ever had and realize that the only common denominator amongst all these different people – was YOU. And now, you’re just an ex-factor. A “non-motherfucking-factor”. A remainder of what used to be.
Sure, you can tell yourself it takes two to tango, but then why is it that at the end of the night you’re the only one dancing alone? Maybe you’re just having a string of bad luck … or maybe you’re just all out of luck.
If he’s crazy for letting you go, then why are you still crazy for him? And if there’s other bitches out there anyway, then why you still bitchin about her?
Because IT IS YOU.
It’s you thinking you’re not worth it. Thinking no one will ever love you, and you’ll be single for the rest of you life. It’s you, vowing to never fall in love again. Believing that you were meant to be alone. Planning a future based on broken hearts and broken promises. It’s you. Swearing to forever be “the cool uncle,” or always a bridesmaid and never a bride. It’s you being so hard on yourself you forget that you were fine before her, and will be fine after her. It’s you ignoring the fact that YOU got you this far and not him.
So you see it was you all along. It is you. And it will always be YOU.