But I… actually don't know how to start…… Or how to… talk about it.
Earlier today, I had a random conversation with a friend at work and ended up talking about my past. My past… romance. Non-existent romance, to be exact. LOL.
As I recounted some brief episodes, I realized one thing…….. Turns out, the most…. "decent being" turned out to have hurt me the most.
Possibly unintentionally. But really, came off as the most bastard one when I think back.
Being stabbed in the back always hurt more; because you don't see it coming.
Actions done.
Things given.
Words spoken.
Things would have been easier if you were more honest.
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