I have spent months crying. I have a million little theories, trying to lift the blame off your back and put it anywhere else- manolis, Zoe, anyone at all. My mind cant comprehend you willingly hurt me as much as you did.
I’m trying to forgive you, since the circumstances won’t let me forget you. But it’s hard, cause I can’t even tell you what you did wrong if you asked me. Hurt me, yes, but by what- by not being honest? Neither was I. So can I blame you, really?
The only thing that still matters is, black really does suit you.