But I couldn't.
How can one change so quickly?
Nice in the beginning, but cruel in the end.
It hurts to think about it.
An incredibly pain to think about how much I loved you.
But I am tired of dealing with the sorrow.
Now my loved has washed away and turned into loathing.
It is time for you to deal with such hatred and time to share such pain.
Bad things cancel out the good.
And the bad things take over until all that's left is the bad.
I have forgotten all the good things and only remember the bad.
But I haven't forgotten yet.
I haven't forgotten how much you hurt me or my sorrow.
But it's ok, I'll forget one day.