I go through things every single day, and now, I finally realized what hurts the most.
Not the betrayal of trust and the lies.
Not the fact that you know what I went through.
Not the fact that you took away what makes me, me.
Also not the fact that you might not even love me at all.
But the fact that you doubted the love I had for you. That after all we went through together, you didn't have enough faith in me that if you tell me the truth, I would still love you the same, if not more, never less.
And after everything, you still didn't see my capability of loving you under any circumstances.
I know, the love I had for you, wasn't great, it wasn't much, it was in pieces, but it should be enough for you to have faith that I would love you anyway, whatever may come.
I would have helped you to clean your mess, keep it mum, I will cover you.
That was how much and you didn't see that.
And that is what hurts the most.
