I was never the person that cried or broke down in front of others, neither was I the kind that begged either
Begging her came naturally and letting myself be vulnerable did the same too
Desperate was the word, I was so desperate for her to believe me and understand what I was feeling
I was willing to do anything for her to look me in the eyes and say that she understood me and she chose me
That never happened, she never understood me, she didn't believe me either and suddenly I felt like the biggest fool on the continent
I threatened her, I let down my guard for her, I pleaded with her, I cried to her, I let myself be vulnerable a d yet she could not understand and that hurt me more than I could imagine
The pain that felt like my heart was bring ripped out of my chest was the reward for being vulnerable
If it had been any other person, maybe I would have understood, but what I could not understand was why him?
