You threw it away? so easily without a thought. The honest words of regret seem to mean nothing to what you made me. I am nothing if not loved or loving and i try my best to be what others want of me, what you want. I spent years apologising, making amends. To him. Beautiful him. And now you. My beautiful you. Its all too familiar and underwhelming. Yet i dont feel enough to even cry. We opened up the doors to what was still inside. You let it out and now i cant get it back in.