I thought it didn’t matter.
I was wrong.
I was still bitter and angry towards you.
I had learned to camouflage it so well that I even deceived myself.
A word, a glance, a thought, a gesture. Speculating on what is, what is going to be, what might be.
I thought it didn’t matter.
I was wrong.
I was still bitter and angry towards you.
I had learned to camouflage it so well that I even deceived myself.