When I told you all those things about him,
I told you so you could keep away.
I told you so you could protect yourself,
But now my warnings are in vain.
When I told you all those stories about him,
I expected you to fire at him in rage.
I expected you to avenge my case,
But look how the seasons have changed.
When I told you of all he did to me,
I wanted you to comfort, be by my side.
I wanted you to feel the same hatred I felt,
And be there to console, to guide.
When I told you all those things about him,
Let's face it: the reality.
It's not for your protection or to safeguard your heart,
I'm just consumed by the jealousy.
~Via
I didn't tell you about my past with him or the scars that love had engraved on my skin as a selfless act.
I didn't tell you in order to protect you, to warn you, or even to seek comfort from your advice.
All I ever thought of was myself.
I just wanted you to keep away. I didn't want you to feel the same happiness I felt, make the same memories I made, or love him the way I did.
But that's exactly what happened.
No, worse.
Do you know the difference?
At
Least
He
Loves
You
Back.
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