I trusted him.
And he let me down.
He said he returned my feelings.
But, he lied.
I already know what I'm going to say if-scratch that-when he comes running back.
I have the whole speech ready.
Now I'm waiting.
Waiting for him to come back.
Waiting for him to beg for my love again.
Waiting for the perfect time to break his heart in return. And doing it.
Waiting to see the heartbreak in his eyes.
And not waiting for the guilt, because I know it will never come.
