It's over.
It really is.
There's nothing left for me there.
There's no point going back into the arms who hates who you are.
If I wasn't so blind, I would have seen it earlier.
All the signs. They were there. I just refused to see them.
If he truly loved me, he wouldn't have asked me to change.
If he truly loved me, he would have hang on.
He would have accepted me and all my flaws. And love me, for who I am.
I was the only one who felt like that. All that while.
Oh well. I'll do better next time I fall in love.
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