Please stop replying to my stuff.
Please stop talking to my friends and family.
You’ve done enough, I don’t need the reminder.
The cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine
. . . for trusting you
You ruined me.
Philippa Gregory, The Constant Princess
There are times when I’m sad and still ache from the loss of you.
There are moments when I miss you to the point of suffocating.
There are days when I wish I could talk to you or just hear your voice.
Some nights it feels like I’ll never get over you.
Nights like tonight.
But most days I remember the terrible things you’d say to me so casually.
My most frequent memories are of you lying to cover your ass because you did something you knew would hurt me.
I remember the build up and dramatics you would put into things that never happened.
I remember constant disappointment because you had other things, other girls, to worry about.
I wouldn’t let you touch me anymore because those girls made me uncomfortable and self-conscious.
You never gave me a reason to believe you.
You never made me believe I was the only one, or that you really even loved me.
I can still love you, but I will never forgive you.