He found me growing like a flower in a meadow, completely oblivious that he would take me as his and display me as his in a tall vase.
He left me in tatters. I still don’t think he understands he robbed me of my joy in life. He taught me that being in a relationship is not always as happy as you would hope. It can make you crumble from within.
Now he wants to carry on as if nothing happened. Has he forgotten already? He doesn’t know what guilt is.
(It’s ok, I am talking about someone in the very distant past.)