She never "remembered" all the little things i did. It was always, in her eyes, how "horrible" i was. I was never good enough. Everything i did was to "betray" her. I've found the courage to let you go. I finally love myself enough.
Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event. It doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time. Every time I'm kept in the dark. Every time I'm outcasted. Every time I have unanswered questions.