I literally hate that everywhere I look all I see is happy memories... I hate that I can't make myself stop loving you... FUCKING HATE IT!! I take each day and make the most of it.. But every day is empty because it's not how anything should be.. Nothing will ever heal.
Forever accusing me... But it was always him... Fuck knows how many times I was actually cheated on or for how long... I was merely a bordom breaker to him... Never his lover like he was mine... Never anything real.. 2 years being lied to every single day....