You promised. You promised. You promised.

I looked forward to the event, and you wore a deceiving smile on your lips. Suits you, your shade of lipstick, really.

You broke the promise with an excuse that you could have avoided having to make; but you never think, do you?

The rage, the fury, the anger - oh, how they burned inside me, alongside the terror and stress of not being able to find someone else; you betrayed your word by circumstances that didn't have to be.

So now, I urge you to recall that. I urge you to recall the burn of supposed betrayal and a promise that was broken; and remind yourself that for everything someone does, it will come back to them, to haunt them or to cherish them. I urge you to remember what you have done to me, for I see this now as the revenge that you deserve.