regret.
i regret a lot of things in my life, but nothing will compare to how much i regret loving him.
i don't hate him.
how can you hate someone that your heart once craved so dearly?
someone that gave you a purpose in life, a reason to wake up in the morning.
someone who made you laugh until your stomach ached and begged for you to stop inflicting the joyous pain upon yourself as you lie skin to skin- hearts beating as one.
someone who swayed with you in the kitchen to a song neither of you have ever heard just to put a smile on your face.
i don't hate him.
i would like to think one day, in the far of future, maybe things ended differently.
right person, wrong time right?
but no, when you take off the rose tinted glasses he forced upon you, you realise it was all a facade.
carefully, you gather the pieces of your shattered heart and walk away, taking your dignity with you.
you close the floodgates allowing him to taunt your mind and you remember.
you remember your worth, you never deserved that.
although the memories pain your emotionally and physically, you never deserved that.
like i said,
i don't hate him.
loving him wasn't the mistake.
it was allowing myself to believe that one day, he would love me equally.
after all, he was just a stranger now.
