It's a misguided sense of pride. It's not love anymore. You can't accept the fact that he left you for a girl who's already attached - his friend's girl for crying out loud! - while you rode yourself to the ground trying to give him everything he can possibly want. Maybe he didn't make himself clear enough - he wanted a girlfriend, not a doormat.
Your pride will not her win. You hold on to him not because you're obsessed or still madly in love. He's not enough that good-looking, he treated you like crap and his bedroom skills leave much to be desired. You find it unfair that while she has a loyal boyfriend who turns a blind eye towards her indiscretions and a boy toy to romp the sheets with any time she itches, you're all alone, pining after a love long lost and the deafening ticking of your biological clock resonating loudly inside your empty body.
But you're like a dog who won't let go of a bone because you have this crazy notion that in the end, he will still pick you. That you will win... eventually.
So for now, it's okay for you to look stupid and crazy and pathetic. Your eye is on that one victorious day that you will regain your rightful place inside his boxers. So focused are you that everybody -including the two of them probably - has long ago realized that you are blindly fighting for a prize that is so worthless to call it such is so damn funny.
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