Three

Three years.
Three years of something I can’t quite explain.
Three years of learning where my priorities were.
Three years ended.
Three months passed, and you wanted to be here for me.
It felt like 3 hours had only gone passed, when I heard you cheated.
Three phone calls
Three messages
Three words you kept repeating.
Three words that I cant stand hearing anymore.
Three words that I cant trust hearing from anyone.
Three words you ruined for me.
Three letters you wrote.
A third chance?
Not going to happen.
I meant those three words I said.
Will I ever be able to say them again?





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