I was the one who broke up with you, so I know I can't play the victim game. No one can determine who's hurting more, but nevertheless, I am in pain too.
I am the one who has pictures to delete because you never uploaded once. We have our reasons why I do and you don't. But mine, knowing that I posted means it's a highlight in my life. Those moments are when I'm the happiest.
I got a thousands of messages in my phone, knowing you got a basic phone, I have the hardest time deleting them. Knowing that there is a reason why I saved them.
I was the one who broke up with you so I should be the one who's guilty over hurting you.
But I am hurting too.
I don't have the right to ask for sympathy because basically I'm the one who broke your heart.
And while you're moving on, I was the one who left, but you're the first one who'll get through this.
Because I'll forever hold the guilt of having to hurt and leave you.
You'll gonna find a girl who's going to treat you right and you're gonna trust that she'll never leave you; because she was left by him too.
While I'll never set for a relationship because of the guilt of having to leave someone I love will hunt me. That I'm not worthy to be loved because I might just hurt people again.
And while you'll be happy, I am being trapped.
Because you deserve to be loved, and I don't.
