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I Loved to Love You
When love stops loving and starts hurting
Who was I in your story?
If I have to make a guess, maybe I was the villain. Not sadistic enough to kill you, yet cruel enough to leave you. The atrocity left us damaged and burnt. I guessed that’s the price of free-falling in the wicked game of love.
Did I make your heart bleed? Did my loveprint leave a blackened hole in your heart?
Villain. I think I deserve it. I didn’t fight for us. I left.
Leave-(ing).
Does anything that comes eventually have to leave? Just like anything that lives eventually dies.
Even the clock never moves backward. We’re moving on, not counting down.
Of course I didn’t reply to your text. Of course I wouldn’t call you back. I was and am leaving.
I turned my back from the past because how can I survive walking what’s ahead of me when I have to walk backward?
I loved to love you.
I loved to live in the world where you existed. Beside me.
I loved to live in the timeline when you were with me.
I loved to live with you.
