The memories still linger, like echoes in an empty room. Your face, your laugh, your promises - they used to mean everything to me. But now, they are just ghosts of what could have been.

Maybe I fell too hard for you, blinded by the idea of us against the world. Maybe it's just me, unable to let go of the dream we painted together. But the truth is, you shattered that dream into a million pieces, each one cutting deeper than the last.

I tried so hard to forgive you, to find a way to mend the broken pieces of my heart. For a while, I convinced myself that I could overlook the lies, the betrayal, and the pain you caused me. "I forgive you," I would whisper to myself, hoping that the words would somehow make it true.

But forgiveness is a journey, not a destination, and with each passing day, the weight of your actions grew heavier on my soul. The trust we once shared was irreparably damaged, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find a way to rebuild it.

Now, as I look back, I realize that the hardest apology to accept is the one I owe myself. I forgive you for the hurt you caused, but more importantly, I forgive myself for believing that your love was worth sacrificing my self-worth.

The road ahead is uncertain, but one thing is clear: I will no longer let the ghosts of our past haunt my future. It's time to let go, to heal, and to embrace the person I was always meant to be.

Someone who knows their worth and won't settle for anything less.

-riot revenger.