Epigraph
I would’ve loved you— gently, passionately, permanently.
If you’d let me.
But you didn’t want love, did you?
You wanted a quick fuck. No strings. No soul.
You don’t feel. You don’t flinch.
You wanted me— silent, spread, waiting.
All while playing perfect boyfriend to her.
But you don’t get both.
You don’t get to lie, cheat, block, belittle— and walk away clean.
You called me a mistake. Said you regretted me.
Now I’ll show you what regret really looks like.
You played with a woman who knows how to win.
And I’ll ruin your reality in ways you never saw coming.
