It's not something I should be proud of.
It drags me down, to the bottom.
How could you just simply hate someone?
After how much they've hurt you, taught you to be someone different, torn your heart out and stepped on it multiple times, wished that your existence ended.
And yet you still forgive them.
Maybe it's just pity, or maybe it's that; this particular person was with you through everything and that the only thing you can see in them, is the good things they have done for you. What they have sacrificed will then be the clearer picture you see.
Some might want to destroy them.
And honestly if she wants to destroy them now, why didn't she think about this earlier. That maybe for a moment, things would end badly. It would be no fairytale.
I guess now it's her mistake to learn from. But it's too late now. She's put it off for way to long to fix things. There is no solution, there is only ending. The end of this will free her. From her own mistake.
And for me it's hands down, I'm too proud for love.
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