I watch him as he walks up onto the stage with six other figures following behind.
He stole my family. He stole my friends. He stole my time, money and fame. He stole all I had.
He stole my heart.
Why is love so painful? Why do I have to live in such pitiful world?
There are plastic labels everywhere. I was an originality. I was the shape of our future. He ruined my curves. I was meant to be the hero; he took that away from me.
Yet I can't seem to escape him.
His eyes. His nose. His Lips. His everything. Why did his presence overcome me?
Now I am the ruins of a once magnificent palace. A faded kingdom. A crumbled empire.
His love. It's all that I want. Yet his heart is what I want to shatter. I want to be free; free from his grasp.
Yet he keeps begging for more.
His pleads. With bruised knees, and swollen eyes, he asks for forgiveness.
One question still remains unanswered.
Can I forgive him?
