It's just too little too late…

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I made him cry, it was because of me he was crying, only I couldn’t feel anything, actually the more he cried the more I felt better. He wanted me so much to see his tears, to feel them at least, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t believe him, I mean this guy took my life out of me, destroyed every single hope I was holding to live, cheated on our love and stepped on my heart, I mean why should I forgive.

“Forgive me please ” were his exact words, and mine were: Not so easily, you’ll have to pay back what you have taken from me, you shouldn’t be happy when I’m down, what you did to me is unforgivable, do something then I’ll forgive you,… I might. “What kind of things?” He asked, ”anything but you should make a big effort to deserve my forgiveness, I don’t deserve what you have decided to put on me, you owe me big time.

Now what kind of woman was I? A strong one? Was I harsh on him? Why do I feel weird as If I’m not ‘me’ anymore, then what am I?A different woman?

I told him he’ll never know how I feel because he’s not a woman, this is why it’s hard for him to understand what I’m going through as a results of his actions, he just doesn’t understand, I wish he could.

And after all the crimes he did against me, ”I love you still” he said!