Prose #4
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Everything was too fast.
My love for you wasn't enough.
I looked back and saw you with her. Your eyes are shining, it's blinding. I never saw it when you're with me, you 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 me.
Sceneries changed. My feelings will wither like a flower in the autumnal season. I will not think of you anymore, of what I've endure from you. You used me because you see me as her. But not anymore.
𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟.
