The mistake
By: Fatima Drott I want to pretend that nothing is wrong. That we didn’t hurt each other, beyond what is possible to heal. Our words were sharper than knives. Our targets, always the weakest points. Our purpose was to break each other, just so we, for a moment, could feel a bit better. It’s easy now, to regret everything. Wishing that we didn’t betray each other. For something as shallow as a moment, trapped in anger. But I can’t truly take back my words. Not when they won’t be forgotten. All trust between us is lost. But I do not know whose fault it was. Don’t truly remember what started it all. The beginning escapes me. Because the words are what hunts me. Still echoing in my mind are the most hurtful things we said to each other. You called me things I want to forget. Mostly because they are true, and beyond what I can change. In the moment it was easy to call you stupid and take up all your failures. Every time you were weak and confided in me. We both gave as good as we got. Something I now believe was our biggest mistake.
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