Chapter - twenty eight

i hate myself.

i hate myself for loving you.

but i hate you more.

i hate you for leaving me.

parts of me wanted to ask you to stay, to fight for me, to fight for us, our love.

but i couldn’t, i didn’t.

if you wanted me, if you wanted us, then i wouldn’t have to ask you.

and i know you didn’t want that, for our love was make believe.