You remember a time when you broke up but were confident that your love would prevail. It was strong enough to endure every single desire. You were willing to fight. You were still around until the love if your life took a breath and exhaled in your direction.
It happened more than once where he freaked. You were the constant. The voice of reason.
You look back and you see a person who never accepted you for you. He wanted you to be someone else. Always. There was an unease that always existed cause his judgment cushed your spirit. He never carried you. He destroyed you little by little.
Until there is no other choice but to rebuild the person he and you slowly crushed.
I will prevail. Prove you wrong