surviving the storm

old

he claimed he cared but the reality of it is, is that he didn't. He would break his promises and wrote me out to play the fool. Which to be clear, I'm not angry or sad about, I had to learn my lesson somehow and this was the way. He still needed to figure things out and in a way he was right, I knew little to nothing about him. The person I thought I knew merely was a fragment of my imagination. I never really did know him because he chose not to be known. He was a mystery someone else is yet to discover. A weight I will no longer hold