When you told that we would be back eventually, I believed.
When you told there is no other in the picture, I believed.
When you told you are single, I believed.
When you put all the blame to me, I accepted.
When you asked for money, I gave it to you.
When I had dreams that you had intercourse with someone else, I shake it off thinking it was just a dream.
When you asked for space.... I still gave it to you.
Then..... 2 years later, you got knocked up and married to some jerk 6-7 months after Valentine's day where I wanted to propose you yet you gave me excuses that you are not seeing anyone. In my sadness, agony and anguish I called you and you still refused to answer. In all those emotions even though I really wanted to find your partner to expose you, I still message you my final wishes for you to be happy.
If only you can feel how I felt....