A literal piece of trash.
That's all I see in him right now.
It's odd but satisfying to finally see him in crystal clear sight again, not in the rose-tinted glasses.
I forgotten why I loved him.
I forgotten what I saw in him.
All I see now is the poor way he treated me, the way he continue blatantly lying in my face.
He's such a joke. A mess. A trash.
It's a relief.
I don't see us anymore.
YOU ARE READING
my lost love
Non-Fictionhe was my everything, my world but he was also the one who got away; just a diary of my feelings NO fancy content or vocabulary thank you for taking your time to read! 🤗
