The only reason is because I make myself vulnerable enough to be made a fool to meet his ends.

He pushed me down so hard, I can never walk again.
He left me high and dry in the wash.
I wake up every morning denying that he did have an affair with her.
I thought that if I didn't think of it, it would eventually cease to be an incident.
I cry myself to sleep.
I am stupid, I am naive.
I invited this manipulation, for being so grossly stupid.

Thanks Sid, Shaz, Na, Sha and everyone else, for being there for me the past few nights. It gets hard to sleep because the image of him just never leaves me. It takes me two conversations per night just to realise that there is much more to life than just a broken heart.

It ended a long time ago and it ought to really stop haunting us.