Me

Am so very tempted every next minute to say, 'he spoiled my days, weeks, mind, soul.. and finally, he failed me" and all the more..

But I try to control and say to myself, "I wish I had never met him, and once i did, I wish I hadn't invested my emotions in him - something I had restrained all my life. And once I did that, I wish i could control my emotions to the least of its extents and stop thinking about him."
I have never had a good memory, but this time I failed to keep it as bad.

I failed myself.