It’s hard to accept when our greatest heroes unveil themselves as our arch
nemesis’.
It’s hard to watch something so vast in beauty twist into something so morbid
it breaks your heart.
It’s hard to grasp that not all love can be reciprocated in those moments.
It’s hard to accept that people aren’t angels. They don’t have wings, and they
will fall down.
Betrayal; hurts like hell. But there’s revelation in the truth that gives us
hope.
Broken hearted, I write this anonymously to you.
The one who was my greatest hero.
The one who was so beautiful.
The one who could not reciprocate my love.
The one I called my angel.
That I could never hate you.
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