Do you remember the things I once begged you to forget—the words and memories I wanted to erase?
The memories of loving you with everything I had, through my pain and joy. The nights I cried out your name in my sleep. The moments I held you close, pleading for you to stay. Please forget those times.
What I want most now is for my love for you to disappear. You took my heart only to tear it apart. You caused my pain and then asked me to understand you through it. My heart aches for the version of me who still thought you deserved another chance, even after everything.
I fought for you, stood by you, and even fought with you, only to be wounded by the very love I gave. And now, after giving you my all, I'm finally letting you go. What more could you possibly ask for? Are you here to say you only learned to love me after losing me?
If that's the case, I'm sorry to tell you—you've come to the wrong place. I'm no saint.