So I finally heard those words a girl would never want to hear. Those harsh words are like poison ivy. They shattered every piece of what was left of my heart. My whole body felt like it didn't belong to me. It's just a shell. Just a shell of emptiness.
I knew the answer from that day, but I'm just like any other girl, I clung onto the tiny glimmer of hope. The hope that you would just apologise and tell me everything's alright. Tell me I just had a bad dream and that now I'm awake, the nightmare can't fuck me over anymore.
But even though the possibility of this was close to 0, I hoped a miracle would happen. But as it's me, I just don't have this kind of luck. I'm forever fucked up.
In a way, this is kind of like closure for me... Like I can finally move on. Change how I feel about you. I know it will be hard. You meant a lot to me. You were the first person I opened up to. It probably didn't seem like it to you but trust me. I trusted you with my life because you promised me you weren't like the other guys. Why I was stupid enough to believe you I'll never know, but I'm sure I'll never truly get over you.