You have no rights.

You judge me and put me down. I took your words as false-absolute-truths. I wanted nothing more than to be there for you, not necessarily be your rescue but be a comforting space for you to have. I understand I’m not perfect. I understand that I’m stubborn and immature with my actions and words. I also understand that I have a lot to give as a person, as a companion, as an addition in your life. I’m going to try one more time. If you refuse, then I guess that’s it. I’ll be sitting here and figuring out. I want to keep telling myself “It’s his lost. It’s his lost”. But then I realize, this relationship was not about losing or winning. It was about being each other’s companion.