I left it in the backseat of your car. I didn’t leave it by accident. I didn’t want those memories. I wanted you to keep them; perhaps, with them, you would realize what you ruined.
You cried when you saw that I left it. I didn’t care. Having it would only worsen my heartbreak. Your betrayal soured those memories; the pleasant memories hurt the most. Those pictures were all pleasant times. I didn’t want it, the pain, the album. I wanted to leave it all behind.
I am looking at that photo album now. You sneaked it into my suitcase.
You cried when you saw that I left it. I didn’t care. Having it would only worsen my heartbreak. Your betrayal soured those memories; the pleasant memories hurt the most. Those pictures were all pleasant times. I didn’t want it, the pain, the album. I wanted to leave it all behind.
I am looking at that photo album now. You sneaked it into my suitcase.
