I took my chances, but I lost.
I thought maybe… just maybe… but it remained just a maybe.
I wished he was “the ONE”, but it wasn’t meant to be.
I tried fixing it, but it’s hard when it’s already broken in the first place.
I thought that him and I were in the same place, but I was left standing on my own.
I hoped that we could somewhat still be friends, but I was a fool to believe so.
I was hurting and broken but I’m all glued back together now.
And I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what he broke. I know I’m better off.
Tequila, anyone?
xoxo
