I find myself lying in bed, contemplating why I fell short of your expectations, why your gaze lingered on in a manner that was never directed at me.
You portrayed an image of strength, while I felt diminished in your presence.
You led me to believe I was extraordinary, yet your words became a tangled web of deceit, a singular falsehood that stings deeply, as if it could lead to my demise.
Nevertheless, I extend my forgiveness to you.
I forgive you for those late night conversations, however trivial they may have been. ...