It is not the wrongdoings that made me hurt,
It was the thought of loving, loving the people
Whom you have weaved the plans together.
The fact that you have set a plan of becoming one, staying together for a two, then suddenly everything shattered because of one's pride.
The pride of a hamartian noun but lacks of verb in his soul.
I forgive, I forgot what happened,
But I will never forget the lesson that it taught me, the lesson that is painful.
Painful up to now
Painful because these people, are once loved.
