PinkFelice

I don’t think you ruined me THAT day, nor the next, nor any other day in particular. I just think you ruined me gradually, bit by bit, day by day. Like really thin slices of cheese. And of course it hurt, of course I screamed in agony. But the bits taken were so shallow that it seemed hastily and over-emotional whenever I vomited my pain with harsh words back into your face. For which I eventually apologised;  courteously. Now I realize why you kept smiling, not once loosing that mask nor smirk. Though I could always feel myself crumble under your observation. And I couldn’t understand why I was fading away. Because fact is