What hurts the most is the not knowing. Being kept in suspense, left guessing, wondering what’s real and what isn’t. I don’t need perfection I need honesty. Even the truth, when it’s hard, would hurt less than feeling like I’m being strung along When promises are made and not kept, it cuts deeper than you probably realize. Every time I believed you, every time I held on and waited, I was trusting you with something very fragile in me. And when nothing followed… it felt like I was being played with, like my feelings were something you could pause and pick up later. That hurt me so badly Robert I love you so much and I have given you my heart i deserve to be happy
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