I wish I could talk to you once more, only to tell you ‘I told you so’.
I know I should not have been surprised. And I know it should not have hurt so much. But I was. And it did.
I feel like I have been betrayed all over again. For, though I knew it was bound to happen, I had hoped from one obscure corner of my heart that still believes in miracles that I would be wrong.
All I am left with is an unbearable numbness inside of me. A resigned acceptance of emotions spent in vain. And unsuccessful attempts to suppress the growing feeling of inadequacy.