Love is Inherently Flawed

I am tired of being taken for granted. Tired. Sick. I mean so much more.

He doesn't see that (other than his parents) I am the only one who was ever true to him completely, who ever loved him completely and unconditionally.

(And with how things are going for him,)
I am probably going to be the only one
ever.

So why? How could I be taken for granted?

He doesn't realize how big this small world is, that even something as flawed as love is so hard to come by. He doesn't realize how hard life is and how much harder he is making it by not appreciating life and not appreciating the people who deserve appreciation.

And where does that leave me? Here ... and nowhere.