writings

I went through my writings for you on my old Instagram account; if only you understood just how profound my love had always been for you.

But no matter how much we had went through, I could never, ever, have any of them back.

Not after what you did,

not after how easily you discarded me and replaced me,

not after how you gave and shared what once you only did with me,

so easily with another woman.

I can never allow myself to forgive that.