I had once fallen terribly and helplessly for a man I was barely even attracted to. While now I struggle to love at all.
Anyone I’ve lied to or betrayed or left, should be thankful. Because I know the shit I put my man through. I can’t even begin to understand how he puts up with this psycho mood swinging self of mine. I sometimes pray he finds the strength to leave me for what he truly deserves. Because I can’t leave him since my life would no longer make sense without him. But if he left first it wouldn’t give me much of a choice than to get used to altered facts.
She Was Sea 