In my head, it repeats over and over how foolish I was. All the images of him mocking me come back like a gust of wind. How could I have thought that he had really changed? It was so silly of me to believe that everything he did was out of love, the supposed love he couldn't express. But in the end, it was all a damn joke, as always.
He's never going to mature; he'll always be there, causing harm, playing with my feelings, hurting me, amplifying my insecurities.
I don't know how it was correct in my head to think, "Oh yes, he didn't know how to deal with his feelings, and that's why he hurt me because he was trying to get attention." I believed him; I truly believed that was the real reason. How did I let myself be fooled so easily? I was so foolish for not thinking beyond, for not putti
