I miss you, I do.
But I hate you at the same time.
I hate myself missing you even more.
Not the first time suffering from such pain. Do you know how terrible I felt when you told me you are involved with other women. Can’t give any commitments. It was a beautiful day, sun after raining but I felt cold and lonely.
Who told me we are lovers?!
When will I learn from the past? When will I get smarter? When can I let you go?
Am I blind? Am I love being tortured?