I deserve more.
I deserve more of your attention than your phone does. I deserve quality time, not just time. I deserve effort, not just routines.
I deserve to be treated as a priority, not the very last point on your checklist. I deserve to be the only option.
If that’s too much to ask, I’m apparently asking it from the wrong person. If begging ever becomes my last approach to receive those things which ought to be freely given, it’s safe to say I’m out of my mind.
Begging for love is suicide. It’s like going sky diving from the Eiffel tower naked from proper equipment and expecting gravity to overturn its outcome.