Yesterday marked the second year since you left me. For good. With dreadful finality. The pain i feel now is as great as it was back then, there on that bench at the Lover's Lane.
Two years, 24 months, 731 days, 17,544 hours, 1,052,640 minutes, 63,158,400 seconds and counting since the last time i saw your face, held your hands, kissed your lips. since the last time i've seen you cry for me and the moment you said goodbye. Does that make the pain any bearable? No. On the contrary..
I have moved on in many ways, but maybe i can never move on from the fact that i lost you for me. The fact that i know i was never truly forgiven.
Looking back, there are many things i've learned, many i've realized but still refuse to accept. It was still all me isn't it? Losing you was still all my goddamn fault.
It was always okay for men to cheat, but women, no.
This is me, now. :(
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