Not this again.

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You are not going to do this to me again.

How do you expect me to trust you on the bigger things when you can’t even be honest about your small promises?

How dare you deny a lot of things I said. Like we’ve never talked about it. 

And the nerve of you telling me things only now and claiming that you already told me of these things before.

You always knew how to break me.

I only asked the bare minimum, and you still can’t give it to me.

Have I not loved you all this time?

Have I not tried? God knows I tried.

Have I not set aside the things that happened in the past?

Have I not avoided the animosity?

You only see the things you do, but never see what I did all this time.

Maybe you don’t deserve my good graces.

Maybe you don’t deserve my friendship.

Maybe you don’t deserve the love and admiration of my family.

Maybe you don’t deserve me.

You had five of my good years. That’s enough.