I'm writing this while sitting in the corner of my room, wondering why all it happened to me?

Your name still triggers me in a way I could never explain. It hurts. It traumatized me. How could you?

How could you tell someone you've been with for four years that it's time to walk away?

How could you do that to me despite all the things that you knew? 

I think the hardest pill to swallow is that knowing you knew all the traumas that I had and still managed to do that to me.

It's crazy how the tables has turned now, looking at you begging to enter my life again, it should've put me at ease, right? but I didn't feel that way. It hurts, it's like looking at my old self. 

How foolish am i?