All the excuses I made for the way you hurt me.
The times I forgave you and let you in again simply because I was scared of living without you.
The blind hope I kept somewhere in my heart, even after you left.
The months I spent waiting for you to come back to me.
The belief that you really would one day.
And I think what hurts the most is all I am left with now.
Just the sadness that comes with the realization that no matter how far we stray from each other in this lifetime, we will never find our way back into each other's arms because we simply are not meant to be together.
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PoetryWritings that helped me recover and will hopefully help you. Some might be mine.
