Brandi Aga

We Were Memories Brandi Aga

I never thought I'd be flying alone with a two-month-old baby, leaving behind her father and fifteen hundred miles of memories. I never thought the last time I would ever see him would be down on my knees, at my worst, begging for his love. He ruined me. Took my heart and love it unconditionally, just to spit it out and walk all over it. We're strangers again, the two of us. I've always been a good girl but love can make you do bad things. It changes who you are as a person, inside and out. I hate that he was ever mine. I hate that I hate him. I hate that I still love him. Now we're just memories, and I'm just a stupid girl clinging to hope. Hope that one day I can let go, for my sake and theirs.