every once in a while i think about how good things could’ve been if you didn’t do the things you did to me. all the time we could’ve still had to spend together making memories without all the muck that our relationship’s covered in now. before, i truly did believe we could revisit in some years but with the things you’ve done i don’t think i could ever feel for or trust you in the way i used to. i can never allow myself to go back to you now, but i will always mourn the world where you could’ve been honest, could’ve been loyal. i suppose it doesn’t help to think that way, but the thought is so clear to me. i don’t think i can ever forgive you, but i truly hope one day you can forgive yourself.