"He asked me why I hate him.
Truth is, I don't hate him. I never have.
But I'd rather have him think that I hate him than tell him the truth.
Because you see, I'm trying to move on. I'm trying to leave everything behind. And I've forgiven him, I really have.
But talking to him reminds me of everything that I'm trying to let go of.
Our memories. Our conversations. Our bond.
And talking to him now is nothing like before.
There is no bond. There is no relationship. There is no interest.
We're just two people, who are so used to each other, that they just can't seem to let go.
So, I don't hate him. It's the complete opposite actually.
I love him. so much.
All I want for him is to be happy. Genuinely happy.
and I know that letting him go will accomplish that for him
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Words unspoken
PoetryHeres to everything i didnt say. I kept it in and it hurt me every second of everyday that i didnt tell anyone. I hope i can help someone
