Even in my dreams, you haunt me.
"The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be himself, without the threat of you leaving."
You just never know so, regardless, you still need to protect your heart.
And just like that, we both let each other go. No hatred nor bitterness. Until next time.
"I’ll just see you around."
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it."
I still miss you. A lot.
I guess I always had an idea of what was really happening, but I chose to be ignorant because I believed in you. I really did. And ever since then, things have been even more difficult. There are days when I actually hate you but there are also days when that same hatred dissipates… and turns into forgiveness. I don’t know. Then and now, when it comes to you, I always seem to be lost.
I hope you’re fucking happy now. We are officially out of each others’ lives. And I hope, if we even meet in the future, it will be when the damage you have caused me has healed, and no longer have an effect in me whatsoever. And you, will sincerely be content and happy with what you have.
It took me awhile but now, everything is starting to make sense. You made a fool out of myself. Good fucking job.