A Conference room in Holland.

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I could feel your coldness from across the room giving me goosebumps all over my body.
You make me feel so full over anger I might just overflow.
I did nothing wrong.
You wronged me and I forgave you.
And forgave you.
And forgave you.
Three times the charm right?
Let's make it four.
Because I know I will forgive you again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I will forgive you.
But you are and will be invisible to me.
I will forgive you because I look into your eyes
And see pain.
Pain that I understand.
Pain that I feel.
I will forgive you because I see a little bit of myself in those sad dead eyes.
The difference is though.
I will not yearn for you like I did before.
I will not waste my tears on someone who cares nothing for me.
I will not think of you and what we could have been because it is nothing to me now.
I pity you.
You and your fake love.
Your fake smile.
Your fake personality.
You are a coward who hides behind false words to make yourself feel more secure.
I pity you for not being able to be real because of your insecurities.
Maybe you'll learn someday.
Karma will bite you right in the ass.
But I won't be around to see it.
You have shown me who you truly are.
Your real colors.
Black and grey.
It hovers over your head like a rain cloud.
A rain cloud you have now dragged me into.
One that I cannot escape unless I forgive you.
So I will forgive you.
But this time I will forget you.
I will forget your smile.
Your laugh.
Your deep dead eyes.
The rain cloud that hovers over us both.
I will forget you.
Once and for all.
You are nothing to me.
Just a stranger sitting across from me at a conference room table in Holland.

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