For a while I had forced him to fit my narrative.
I did not want to make it easy for him to leave,
paint him the bad guy because I couldn’t watch him walk out on us.
Because I couldn’t.
I guess he will always just be that special person but not the one.
I had given up everything including myself just to win back someone who was long gone.
But even the most stupid of mistakes, I would gladly do over and over.
I guess he will always be that person, just not the way we were together.
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