Did it hurt?

Of course, it did hurt. 

It hurt a little too much, to some extent it became unbearable for my little inner child.



Suffocating. 

It hurt because the guy I was so afraid would betray happened to betray in the end. 

It was much more of disappointment rather than any kind of heartbreak. 

It was much more of denial of my very own predictions.
And maybe that's why it took so long.
That's why it made me suffer. 

That's why I seek for professional help. 

Yes, I already knew years ago, someday maybe we would end this way. 

And it is always been easy for you to replace someone;
to replace me. 

Oh, was it you who told me I am irreplaceable?

In fact, I never thought we would really end this way. 

Predicting something does not mean you are ready when it becomes.. real.

Right in front of you.
Your own gut present does not explain how brave you are to meet your demon.

At the end of the day, the only thing we can do is accept.

I did not have a choice to know where I went wrong, did I?
or at least, what went wrong?