The other girls

He played me, he played you, he played the other girls too. We all fell for him, whether that be romantic or just as a friend. We all loved him. I still do, that's why I'm still with him. See the thing is though, the man you knew isn't the same man I know. He's not bold, he's not confident, he was insecure and scared. He wanted your validation, he wanted to be wanted. I love him, I really do, I also hate him but he knows that. We screamed at each other until he understood how bad it hurt me. He caused my panic attacks, he broke his promises to me but he's not the same man you knew. He's not the same man I knew. I wish you could see him, how happy he is. You'd be happy for him. But I really don't want you to be near him you've never even met him. He's my best friend, he's my soul mate, he's the one. I'm over you all now. He's pushing himself to change, and God it's a beautiful change.