You want me back.
I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. Why now? Why after six months of torture and pain and tears it is now that you regret all of your malicious behaviour? Why is it now you finally open your arms again when you pushed me out into the cold all that long ago?
You tell me that you’re sorry. You tell me that you regret every hurtful action, every heart destroying word. You’re repentant for destroying me inside and out. And I believe you. I forgive you.
But I can’t let history repeat itself.
I can’t go back, and I won’t go back darling. No amount of love letters, apologies, tears or pleas can stop that.
I’m walking forward in life, physically and emotionally, and there’s no way I can turn back. I’m too far gone.
Just because the scars are healed doesn’t mean they have faded.