You. Me. Hindsight

In hindsight... I knew you didn't love me when you came to bed and said you were cold, when I was there to keep you warm. When I broke down and said that you didn't like me. I knew was right. I let my emotions get the best of me, but I knew I want crazy. I took on your shit and stopped loving who I am. When the first reasons for wanting to be with me weren't "because I love you and I want to be with you." That should have been a sign. When we were done and you said ,"How's that for being desired?" It was definitely more of an effort than desire. I should have let you break up with me when you said you needed time and space. Letting me make love to you was just an experiment for you...not love. I should have challenged you more. I know that you didn't love me as much as I loved you. I knew you were having conversations about y(our) future with everyone but me. You should have been man enough to say that you didn't want to be with me...before we lived together. Maybe you were playing a game because you had no place to go. You had no intentions on telling me til you were far enough away. Antagonist was passive aggressive. You gave it your best try, but love is not unsure. Although I tried to make our home feel like yours, I feel as though you would've preferred I not have been there. I never imagined I could hate another human being, but I hate you.