complicated

You told me what you did. I cried. I fought you. You had to be lying, right? How could you do something so low?
I wasn't ready to give up. I was more than ready to forgive and forget. I begged for you to stay. I refused to believe the horrible things you told me.
Then I was furious. You betrayed my trust. You lied to me for months. What the hell? What kind of horrible person does that? I mean, really. If you weren't happy, why lie and stay?
Then I fell back. I blamed myself for everything that happened. I begged you to come back. I would have given so much for you to come back to me.
When you said no, the remains of my broken heart crumbled to dust. I couldn't carry on. I lost motivation and interest in everything. People around me noticed that the purple under my eyes was getting darker. I sunk back into the depression that I had escaped not so long ago.
What was next? Acceptance? How could I accept this? So I faked it. I faked acceptance. But how could I, when I saw you every week?
It's complicated, but what's a girl to do?

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The bizarre true story of my life. Every event in this story is true, and will not be exaggerated for effect. Trust me when I say exaggeration is not needed.

To those of you who are fans of my story "Readers," maybe this will give you some insight on why I haven't written in so long.