Confessions
You were right. It was all an act. A very elaborate one, at that.
You told me not to get carried away by those flowers and love notes. I chose not to hear you.
You told me he didn't actually mean whatever he said. I thought you were just jealous I found someone.
You told me he's not my type. I didn't speak to you for 3 days.
You told me not to let him take advantage of my situation. I let him do just that.
You told me you knew another girl whom he hurt. I called you a liar.
You told me you found it difficult to see me doing the biggest mistake of my life, before you walked out of my house. I never called you back.
You were right.
He didn't mean all that he said.
He's not my type.
He took advantage of my loneliness.
There was another girl before me.
You told me all this. You're right.
But then...
You never told me you were the other girl.
You told me not to get carried away by those flowers and love notes. I chose not to hear you.
You told me he didn't actually mean whatever he said. I thought you were just jealous I found someone.
You told me he's not my type. I didn't speak to you for 3 days.
You told me not to let him take advantage of my situation. I let him do just that.
You told me you knew another girl whom he hurt. I called you a liar.
You told me you found it difficult to see me doing the biggest mistake of my life, before you walked out of my house. I never called you back.
You were right.
He didn't mean all that he said.
He's not my type.
He took advantage of my loneliness.
There was another girl before me.
You told me all this. You're right.
But then...
You never told me you were the other girl.
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