I deserved you. I deserved someone who treated me like a queen. I deserved someone who would drop everything when I was sad, and would meet me as soon as possible to make sure I was okay. I deserved the man that was struggling internally, and I thought you deserved someone to be there for you. You deserved someone who would pick up the phone 24/7. You deserved every trip I’ve taken to visit you. You deserved me. You and I deserved each other.

At least, that’s what I thought.

Times change, and sadly, sometimes people change. As tough a pill that it is to swallow, I’m coming to the realization that I don’t need you. I don’t deserve the way you’ve been treating me. I don’t deserve getting a ‘what’ instead of a ‘hello’ when I call. I don’t deserve the lies you’ve told me. I don’t deserve that you told me to come to visit and then you turn around and have other plans. I don’t deserve being treated like just an acquaintance. And I’ll tell you something else; you are not even close to deserving me. You don’t appreciate my random acts of kindness, my “have a good day!” texts, and my goofy snap chats when I know you’ve had a rough day. You never ask how I’m doing, and God forbid that you ask about my day; it’s always me asking you the questions, and I have had enough of it.

I deserve someone who will turn my world upside down. I deserve someone who will send me flowers just because. I deserve someone who will call me because they missed the sound of my voice. I deserve someone who will appreciate the fact I drove hours on end to see them for one day. I deserve someone who will pay for my dinner. I deserve someone who will support me no matter what. I deserve someone who wants what is best for me.

I don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve me. I deserve the best, and the best is yet to come.