The worst part is that after everything I just think you didn't love me enough to say "Fuck you past, I'm not going to let you get the best of me" and for those reasons I believe you are in love with your X who fucked you over, and wished you to fail everyday and probably still does.
That is the irony of life. We take chances, we fall in love and at the end of the day if we are left empty and heartbroken we can count on the mind to say the infamous words " I told you so" -
and the consolation prize is: We all float on.
Modest,
Me.
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