So here I am, bruised. Slowly swallowing the fact that I was cheated on. They say: "love conquers all." But whoever said that needs to be hanged. No matter how deep nor strong your love is, when trust is shattered, it goes sour and lonely, afraid to see the daylight again.
You rewind all the memories, flashback fridays, throwback thursdays and scrutinize each day as if it was a movie. Play, pause, rewind to know who's fault it was. You blame yourself for everything. Was I too much? too strong? too overbearing? or was still simply lacking? No matter how hard you go on with your day as if nothing happened, still you feel something deep inside. A heavy burden, a crushing sensation on your left chest enough to give you headache and several days of loss of appetite. Sorry seems to be the hardest word but may go easy on the on one hand but no matter how delicately and creatively said, it still means nothing.
