No matter what I do right now, no matter what I say, I know that there's no turning back.
From the moment that you left through that door I know that you won't step back in and there's nothing else I can do but sit here as I watch you walk away, as I watch you ignoring all that we've been through.
And all for what? If I could know the truth about your feelings I would give my entire estate and possessions to know.
Because if I could beg you I would've to not leave, to not say that it's over, to not step outside.
To not break me...
Because that's how I feel right now, I feel like you've broken me and no master craftsman will ever be able to repair this little heart of mine that you've trampled on.
And so I grab to my chest as I clean my tears and go through the photos I have of you on my phone. I know I'm only hurting myself by seeing these but I don't really care because the truth is that I'm missing you so much I wish I could make time go backwards.
I wish I had that power, that way I would be able to get back to these moments...
But then I remember you've left and to be honest my faith in those moments wavers...
Had it already started here? Or here? I wondered as I got through the photos.
Why must you do this to me? I thought, wouldn't it be easier to simply voice and say that you weren't happy with me, to tell me that you wanted someone else?
I guess you knew that even if you told me that you would know deep down that I would never quit on you, I would never stop chasing after you because that's how much I love you.
I guess you thought I really needed the shock, so that I wouldn't come after you...
That thought crossed your mind didn't it?
The way I caught you doing it was sad, miserable and deplorable.
I certainly didn't expect my suspicions to be confirmed in such a way and I never expected you to be in a such a situation.
Really? Having in an empty parking lot?
As opened the door to your car and saw yours and hers surprised expressions, you certainly weren't expecting me to appear there...
I regreted my whole decision a little, thinking that maybe I should've thrown my suspicions to the back of my mind and that way I would've been able to continue our relationship, with no worries.
But if being with was like being stabbed in the back daily I prefered facing the truth head-on. I was afraid of being broken by you and when I saw you leave, not even a goodbye, I really was broken, you had managed to realize my worst fears.
Why Tiffany couldn't you see the hurt on my face? Couldn't you see the begging?
Was everything we had, all those moments, the promises and dreams all an illusion. Why were you with me truly?
To be honest I don't really want to know the answer to that question I just wonder.
Didn't you see that I didn't want to be...
Broken