Not even the ocean could compensate for how many tears he made you cry. He always treated you as if you were replaceable, as if you were like any other person, a piece of cake to discard. A person he shouldn’t respect as his lover. You had enough.

“Just stop!”

You raised your voice, when he was talking about how useless you were, even if you loved and treated him like your world

“I’m not a piece of cake you can just discard!”