"I love you."
I hear these three little words over and over again.
The pain that sears my soul and tears at my heart steals my breath, my words, my mind. He chips away at my resolve with his supposed love I had sworn to myself I would never trust again. Too real are the memories and the tragic last days of our relationship in high school which I ran away from to never allow myself to be the subject of his humiliating entertainment.
Was it really that funny? To love you?
The single word I whisper to myself trembles as the tears threaten to fall again.
Bastard.
Now, I look at myself through a mirror, reflecting on happier days. Eyes glaze