You stop for a moment and think about that one person who fucked you over.
That one person you gave everything to.
You know the one you’ve spent sleepless nights over,
tried anything to improve yourself so that they could feel the same way for you like you feel for them.
You take that moment and you start forgetting why you hate that person and remeber all the reasons why you loved them, no why you still continue to love them.
Sooner or late you realize that that moment has become an hour that you focused on them.
They took an hour of your life with thoughts and heart invasions and sadly you aren’t even a ripple of memory in their mind.
Did I mention I hate days like these?
I want to forget.