I was so close to doing something that I would regret.

But I guess my love for him is greater than my want to take revenge and use other people to move on. https://twitter.com/strngr_88/status/1248971305434537985

I carried her to the bed we once shared. She held on to me tightly and I pulled her close, afraid that she might fall.

As I lowered her to the matress, she held tightly on the collars of my shirt.

She was about to kiss me and I almost allowed her.

But when I close my eyes, all I see is him.

His eyes filled with tears as he kissed me on the last night we shared.

How they are filled with hurt and how much I prayed to the heavens that I could take it away.

I could easily remember his voice breaking as he said my name.

And how much I hate myself that moment that I can't fully let you go to be with him.

So as I open my eyes and felt her lips about to touch mine, I know I had to pull away.

Because I know it would hurt him.

That even until now when someone else is making you happy, I'm still stuck here on the same place you left me.

Feeling used and betrayed, but still hanging on to that hope that you'll return to me.

I'm stuck here, still in love with you.