Write this once, write it twice, write it again. In a few months, likely write it again.
You are the hardest person to forgive.
You have to wonder to yourself. You’re snared on that rusted hook, caught by the collar like a defiant dog pulling away from a taut leash.
You try not to consign that you probably gave up the best thing you ever had.
Even now, you still can’t forgive yourself for breaking someone’s heart. For breaking it so completely.
At one point in time, you told someone you know that you wouldn’t mind if you were met with rejection and tortuous relationships in the future, as if you deserved it, but, really, it is just a means to keep feeling guilty. A means to hold on to that unwillingness to forgive yourself.
But you still can’t.
Remain unforgiven.
It’s a part of life, yet you just don’t believe you were meant to break anybody’s heart.