Poems. Songs. Letters. I've written thousands of those ever since you walked out of my life. I've had sleepless nights that has given me awful bags under my eyes. Millions of unanswered questions kept running through my head, an endless wave of confusion. I hated you. But most of all, I hated myself.
I hated myself for the reason that I loved you with everything that I had, leaving none for myself. I hated myself for the reason that I trusted you when you have given me every reason not to. I hated myself for thinking that things would get better and that time would come that you would change. But most of all, I hated myself for believing that you were the one for me, my eternity, my happy ever after.
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Published on October 13, 2015 07:00