You don't love me and I know why. Because I'm not her and I never will be. For so long I've lied to myself and believed that maybe you would love me for me, because you said that's what was important, the inside. Except you lied to me like you so often did, and I believed you like I so often do. You broke my heart, and I was so sure I didn't have one to break. I will never be as skinny or as pretty as she is, I don't have a way with people like her. I don't have a sweet smile or blue eyes that sparkle when I talk about something passionately. I'm not her, and you don't love me