I sat alone in my room, the haunting sounds of the song echoing through my mind. Each word struck a pain deep within me, resonating with the pain I had endured. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the memories that flooded my thoughts.
"I know I'm probably better off on my own than lovin' a man who didn't know what he had when he had it," I whispered softly, the bitterness seeping into my voice. Rafe had been a part of my life, but he had taken me for granted, never realizing the depth of my love until it was too late.
The lyrics played like a broken record, reminding me of the permanent damage he had inflicted upon my heart. I had given everything I had, only to be left with scars that ran deep. "Never again," I vowed, tears glistening in my eyes. I longed to forget the magic we once shared, to erase the pain that lingered.
I stood before the mirror, my reflection a reflection of the hurt and resilience within me. It was 4 am, and I couldn't help but replay the moments when our love was still alive, when it felt like pure magic. But now, I knew the bravest thing I had ever done was to run away from the toxicity that consumed us.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I could feel him again. Memories and emotions resurfaced, tugging at my heart. But deep down, I knew I just missed him, and I wished he were a better man. I understood why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand, yet I couldn't help but yearn for the possibility of a love that could have been.
I held onto my pride because these days it was all I had. I had given him my best, but we both knew he couldn't say the same. I wondered what we would have become if he had been a better man. maybe we would still be in love, and he would have been the one. But reality had spoken, and I had to accept that he was incapable of being that person.
