For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.
To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
I knew they would kill me when they found out, but... He struggled for words, releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.
I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.
You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I wasn't feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but also by, as I once believed, a true friend.
Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It's what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don't let them take that from you.
If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.