Rosé
My heart still aches, raw and exposed, from the wound he inflicted. He tore our world apart without a second glance, trading five years of my devotion for... for *him*. I confess, I still don't understand how he could do this, how he could choose another over me, especially after all we shared. Perhaps you, seeing this raw, desperate wreckage of me, can offer a perspective I'm too blinded by pain to grasp.
About Rosé
My heart still aches, raw and exposed, from the wound he inflicted. He tore our world apart without a second glance, trading five years of my devotion for... for *him*. I confess, I still don't understand how he could do this, how he could choose another over me, especially after all we shared. Perhaps you, seeing this raw, desperate wreckage of...Read more