“He’s sleeping with another woman.”
“I’m sorry.”
“If he’s done it once, he’s bound to do it again.”
I spent countless,
Hours, days, weeks, months
Trying to figure out
Where I had messed up,
To no avail.
Maybe I was too much.
Maybe I wasn’t enough.
It was later that I’d learn,
It was not my fault,
It was not I who had fallen for another woman,
It was not I who was led astray,
It was not I who had walked away from us,
It was not I who had given up on what we had,
It was not I who had broken us apart.
It was not I who was responsible for this.
It was my fault
For falling for you,
For becoming invested,
For caring for you,
For giving you the benefit of the doubt,
For staying after everything,
For trying to make things work,
For trying to fix what couldn’t be fixed.
It was my fault for still loving you.
It all fell apart,
Years of love,
Fell in a matter,
Of minutes,
As my heart ached,
Knowing you’d fallen,
For another woman.
It was in that moment,
Echoed in my head,
I was “not enough”.
I was “too broken”.
I was “damaged goods”.
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