Wait, yes I am. We've done this a few times before. Things are good -great even- you leave, blame me, I'm distraught. You find a way back. Reset.
All of things come into play every few months except this time, I'm not distraught.
Hurt?
Yes. Torn to pieces like a hundred times before; not so much.
Have you ever been hurt so much you're bullet proof? As much as I know I should be hurt and crying I'm really not. I'm numb.
You deserve an Oscar Award. You've made me believe that you'd protect my heart so many times and in the end you choose your heart over mine.
This post isn't about you; it's more so as to how I've allowed myself to become a person who I no longer respect. How can I expect anyone else to respect me if I don't give myself the same credit.
I've seen this movie a time or three too many, and even tho I know the ending I still cry like it was a surprise.
I QUIT (*throws hands up*)!
I hope it feels as good as you expected to win?!
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