I know we are no good for one another. You are a serving of strong, harsh, black coffee, and i am sweet tea.
The time we spent together mostly consisted of you repeatedly hurting me, and me allowing you to continue, thus i was hurting myself.
You are right. I am attached to you, and you to no one.
I still listen to the glimmer of hope in my heart that although you no longer want anything to do with me, that we will change as we grow older, and grow back together.
s.c.