She was a predecessor to your 'love' and she watched you develop infatuation with me. I keep replaying how could she not tell me, how could she not tell me?
Years later, now in her shoes I understand. If she would've warned me I would've written her off as a jealous ex, because I was so oblivious to the you I now see.
I have to stand back, for my own sanity to give you the chance to learn to be good again. While you will always be the villain in my story, when others experience you I cannot let my words condemn you to the past.
I overheard, after we broke up, your first love's confession to her friends I thought he changed. She appeared so happy. I was certain he had become better for her.
As another past lover, this time I will join her. It is not our responsibility to be the messenger but all the same we feel responsible. All we can do is stand on the sidelines and pray for the next women till our lips no longer speak and there are indentions our knees, God, I hope you have changed, I hope you've changed.