Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds.
It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.
It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
For there to be betrayal, there would have had to been trust first.