Knowing how easily I could be forgotten. He has moved on while I still sit here with a broken heart. I have hung onto the hope that he would realize that what we had was worth fighting for. I will keep on loving him for the rest of my life, and it's tearing me apart. Why can't I still be the woman in his arms, the woman that makes him happy?
My life is at a stand still. I see glimmers of my old self, and think, why did it change when he loved me so much? I am so full of regret and hurt, it's hard to get through the day.
Why is it I can find the strength to help everyone else, but when it comes to me, I'm a mess?
