Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if you had loved me at 19, 21, 22, or 23. If you had seen then that we were meant to be.
Instead you shattered my world by wanting me at 26,then changing your mind again.
Sad thing is…
… you never loved me
… you moved on too fast
… you lied to my face
… I hate you most of all
… I can’t stop loving you
… I hate myself for missing you



