- unknown (via luk3y)
“I don’t even believe those things anymore”
Doesn’t mean you didn’t. I was in the same position as I am now and you believed in the horrible things you said about me. How will I know one day, you won’t say those things again to someone else. It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe in it “anymore”. Point is, you still did, and you even admitted to it.
Maybe your “memory bank” can do it’s work and remember something about us instead. But then again, that’s probably why you kept all those photos of her, that sentimental item in your bottom draw, and everything else you wouldn’t let go of from your past.
I’m not the one holding onto the past, you’re the one who brought your past into this; which is disheartening because I don’t remember a single thing that was joyous between us without the interruption or reminder of her.
How can you even fix this? How can you fix me? You can’t. And how can I forgive you? I can’t. I just don’t know how. Perhaps if you stop lying one day, I may; “All in time”. Familiar?
The urge is excessive, but so are these tormenting headaches. What do I do?