Ya’ll know letting go is hard. Sometimes, you keep going back, even when you know you shouldn’t. I shut the door and it seemed like I was ready for that. But it seems like a dog returning to its vomit, I succumb back.
“It all seems genuine, when you tell me how sorry you are things didn’t pan out the way we thought it would.”
We planned our future together, because I believed with all of me that we were always meant to be. You made it seem like losing each other mattered to you and that it was unfortunate. How come, when I ran back you still had the same ways. It isn’t about you needing to give yourself the time or the attention. I wasn’t pulling you away from what you’re stressin your life is now. It’s a joke. You ain’t really sorry that we drifted.