“but i really love you” you said with an ernest expression plastered on your face “and im so sorry for what i did, i will never hurt you again”.
I took you back then, i forgave you, i let you in again and gave you another chance to break my heart, which you did at the soonest oppourtunity, but what i should have realised then was that if you really loved me you would have known that my favourite flowers are orchids, not tulips, that i prefer cuddling than kissing, and that i was not as confident as i showed the world i was..