You matter

I hate what i'm doing. I hate being through everything again, because i think my story can make the difference and help you not to do the same mistakes i did over and over again.
I hate to see you cry and i feel miserable when that happens because i can do nothing to avoid it, just stand by your side saying everything will be fine some day when we both know that probably that day will never come.
I hate our discussions about the subject, they're are useless, they don't matter at all, i realised that there's nothing i can do to make you change your mind.
How i hate him because of this, how stupid he is for giving away this chance, how blind you are to believe that things might come back some day.
So i shut up and listen, i hug you and i promise things will be better, time will fix you, but will you let it ?