That Time In My Life When I Thought You Were The One 2

Welcome to the continuation....

....and you still played it smooth,either way. Even went to the extent of blaming me for what was happening between you and her, never, not once, thinking about my feeling or the fact that none of what was happening was my fault. You told her I was the one who made a pass at you, that I came onto you. How could I have done that when at the time we started dating, I was somewhere else, we were not staying in the same city? She forgave you, even came over to my place to ask me to forgive you and leave you alone..lol.

You came over to mine to explain yourself, with all kinds of stories, about how you did not love her and sh8t, how you wanted an excuse to break up with her and so you wanted me to still hold on to this complicated triangle. I believed you...to the end. I thought you loved me. that was stupid.

I should have walked away that time, I did, I should have stayed away, I didn't. I came back and accepted that you were going to end the relationship with her, you didn't . I cried. You were supposed to be taking care of her issue, to the best of my knowledge..until she visited you unannounced. That made me realise how much lower my self respect had fallen. You kept saying you were sorry and you were going to fix that problem but somehow she was always in the picture. Things were never the same after that. I couldn't trust you... I had lost myself in the relationship. I'd changed and I was tired of the back and forth.

When we finally broke up for good, it was based on the excuse that you felt I wasn't following your rules. I wonder when relationships became a prison or when you became a warden and I, your prisoner...maybe ours did over time, I just failed to realise it in time. I had gone so far down the deep end when I finally realised you were not good for me. Not once, did you willingly compliment me, not that I was waiting on you to do so but damn, a girl doesn't dress up to come to your place only for you to take off the clothes and not say anything.

Its been what, eleven months now... I still think about you, but with a mixture of pain,regret and great relief. I do hope you doing well though.

Xo