LOST BUT FOUND: CARELESS OWNER:
Maybe I lost it! Maybe I lost it because, it was never mine in the first place. The more I tried to hold on to it, the eager it was to leave my hand. How do you hold on to something that doesn’t want to be kept? I’ve tried, I have chased, I have cried, I’ve prayed. What’s left to do? Don’t call me careless! You don’t know the whole story. Because you found it doesn’t make me a careless owner. But hey, you can keep it. There’s nothing left for me in there. I think I’m just done you know. Done with the drama, mind games, back and forth, lies, arguments and all. Don’t blame me for giving up. There is a limit to what a person can take. I am just fed up. My heart is tired of being mended over and over. “ I’m sorry" has lost its true meaning! Just maybe you are the lucky one, who he told about my toxicity, nagging and shortcomings. Of course he is the blameless saint, who got his heart broken by a girl who was helplessly in lo...