And now? Now I see it all too late. The weight of it crushes my chest. I can't even breathe.
God, I hate myself for being so blinded by pride, for burying my head in my own damn ass because of bitterness, for needing someone to hate so badly that I turned all my pain on her. She didn't deserve it. She never did.
I wanted to run to her, to fall to my knees and apologize for everything I did… and everything I failed to do.
Because sometimes, the most painful thing isn't what we do, it's what we don't do. I didn't protect her when I should have. I didn't love or respect the woman who was meant to be by my side, who I should've cherished until my last breath.
Instead, I was the one who let the coldness take root. I was the one who allowed her light, so bright, so beautiful, to slowly wither under the weight of my indifference and pride.
All because I was afraid.
