A year back, exactly today. I betrayed him. Not once, not twice, not thrice. Thrice in a row and then one last time. Months in between the third and the fourth. None of this was because I loved him any less, although that maybe very hard to believe now. Trust me, I loved him. I fucked up.

The first time I was barely aware when it happened, should’ve pulled back but it felt a sluttier kinda nice. The first couple of times were for the thrill, for the adrenaline rush it gave me. Awfully, I barely felt any guilt. It was shameless. The last time though, was when he had stopped coming around. What we had, had become less and less functional. I didn’t see things going anywhere. But the last time, yes I had slightly fallen for someone else as well. He turned out gay though. So yep, learned a bit of a lesson there myself. See sometimes, when a guy doesn’t make any move on you, physically, for months and you think he’s just a great guy who respects you and isn’t with you for his burning desires? Nah, sometimes he’s just gay. Or bi and not bi enough for you.

I don’t understand why I’m still betwixt the past even after everything that has recurred. The blame, the lies, false accusations, rumors. All his doing. Maybe it’s my thing, reliving the same story because that’s the only thing that made sense.

But how crazy does that make me when I tell you that underneath all that I still believe exists the man I loved. Behind all that, behind all that hatred, behind everything so horrible I still believe is the man I once knew, the man I once loved, the man I still love.  I can’t rid myself of this feeling, it’s insane and my friends would give me one good kick to knock me out and my thoughts but this is how I feel. Am I crazy? To love someone who made my life a living hell? But then, his favorite song is ‘Walk With Me In Hell’. Makes sense that way, because I so totally would walk with him in hell. But then a million other girls are probably as willing too.

It’s déjà vu and this is all too familiar, this is how it has always been. I was only praying this time it could be different and when I walk away for it to be the last time that I do. Still and all I always find myself back here, begging to be let in, oblivious to how further away I had been and could have been. I manage to find my way back to chaos only to build a hut amidst of it. Because it’s home. The last where we left things off though, it was destructive. There was nothing more clear telling me it was time, time to move on and leave everything behind.  Time to seal the book and run away, run as far as I could. And never return. Because I didn’t want to see what I had done to him nor him to I.

I couldn’t run away, I couldn’t leave this behind. I’ve never been able to. Feels like I’m right back here at this door begging to be let in. Doesn’t make sense. What am I doing here, what did I leave behind? What more is it that I want? More humiliation?

After everything that has happened. I still feel like he is the one.

Wtf am I doing or thinking, I don’t know.

Pray for solace,
Pray for resolve,
Pray for a savior,
Pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose.
A glimpse of a light in this void of existence.