For this to come from you, I have never foreseen. I’ve looked up to you with so much pride and confidence, thinking you would never go astray. What, with your given condition, I expected carpe diem from you. And unfortunately enough, carpe diem is what I get.
I feel betrayed, I’m at a loss for words. My worst suspicions have been deemed correct, and I will ever regret the moment I knew the truth. For the truth wounded me so deep, the healing will be long, and forgetting will be near impossible. But it’s been said and done, and the only way to get along is to grasp what I have learned, hug it with all its awfulness and glide aloof.
I had let this go once. I will do it again. And I always will.