Turntable

I would be lying if I said that day didn't haunt me. What was meant to be closure turned into horror. He had been the love of my life. But obviously. . . I was never his. For him to have done so many horrible, unthinkable, unforgiveable things to me. This. . . this is the one that hurts the most. For so long I felt unwanted, unappreciated, unpretty. Since I was shot I've realized all that I felt was the reflection of Dalvin. He wasn't needed. He was never appreciative. He definitely wasn't pretty. I guess I can see that day the tables turned. Even if someone had to lose their life for them to do so.