“I loved you, but at what cost?
When did loving me become a burden?”
You see, we were both so good at pretending that we lost who we were along the way. I loved you, but at what cost? I watched as my dreams slowly died away, like a distant memory. Lost and forgotten. But it didn’t take long for me to remember what mattered most. As a result, I hated myself for allowing my dreams to wither away like a flower in the midst of a drought.
And you? When did our love suddenly become a burden? When was it that you began to resent me for being broken. When was it that you decided my dreams — my chances of happiness — were going to cost you more than you wanted to sacrifice. You lied, and I believed you, because that’s what I was supposed to do. Trust…
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