When we broke up i did things that i would never in a million years do for anyone else, just to show you that i love you, that i was there for you.
You decided to break my heart, not knowingly i would say but you did, and i stopped for a minute contemplating the hurt in my heart, the anger that i felt towards you, the choice that i had to make.
Then i remembered the love that i have for you and that beat the pain so i kept going forward.
You moved on yet you took me with you.
You were with her yet loving me too. I came to you expecting nothing but talk, you made your move on me, i didn't fight it.
It was then when i realized what i had to do. I couldn't forgive you, that would not change anything, i had to leave you, get away to get myself together for the pain that i knew was coming.
You weren't going to leave her, but you still felt you needed me. So i did leave, and ever since then i hoped, i wished, i prayed that you would appear in my doorstep regretting letting me go.
Asking for a chance to be forgiven, to be taken back, to show me you loved me. But you didn't, so i gave up.
Two years later you appear asking me to forgive you, expecting me to, but there is such a thing as being too late because while you were out there happy with someone else i was here trying to piece back together what was once yours but u gave back.
So, no i don't forgive you, i cant, i let go and you watched me leave without a word.
