the lies she said, we weren’t meant for each other.
She filled our heads with stories about each other.
And we believed them.
He believed that I wasn't sorry. That I had a miscarriage with another man's baby. That I gave my engagement ring to someone else.
He believed it.
And I believed it.
That he made a list of things that I needed to do in order to win him back. That he had moved on. That he would continue to challenge me to change.
We believed the worst.
Why would anyone want to be with someone if they believed the worst in them?