When I’m at the place of memories
It’s like another slap to my face. Another pain in my heart. Another crack in my life. And I don’t understand why.
Why?
Even though we are far, far apart, I am still reminded of the little things. I almost laughed at that little memory. It was funny. But it also brought a pang inside me. It hit so bad I almost stumbled.
You said many things to me. And I trusted you. Despite getting hurt over and over again and again, I trusted you.
So, why are we like this?