Sometimes I wish he had just cheated on me.
It would’ve been so much easier to end it if I had been able to just hate him.
Instead I was forced to forsake a love that cultivated for 3 years. The first love I ever did right and gave a shit about.
But it still ended.
And my heart still aches when I think about it.
And when I dream at night, we’re still together.
I hate feeling so many ways about things.
