Fall brings the memories

I was finished. I wrote you off, I blocked every form of communication and I was finally ready to rid my life of you.

Two months later… you came back. You found me. You sucked me back in. You made changes, you met important people to me, I was about to meet your little girl. I was ready to be what I had always wanted, with you, together and in love.

Only two weeks into the bliss that I’d found myself in, some unfortunate news came to my attention. It was never about your inability to feel as deeply as me… you just felt that deeply for someone else. You had a girlfriend of eight years, and I just found out.

After confronting you, crying, questioning everything, you said your apologies, reassured me it was over a while ago. Who is stupid enough to believe that?

I haven’t heard from you since that phone call. That call was two weeks ago.

The love that I have had for you hasn’t wavered… but my heart can’t take much more. I just want to scream at you. I want you to want to make it up to me. I want you to want to talk to me.

No.

I want to rid my life of you.

Dear Steve,

Please do what you’re best at, remain distant and do not even think about speaking to me ever again. Thank you for teaching me the signs that I need to look for, moving forward, that should warn me to stay away from someone. Thank you for the occasional happiness. But I cannot say that I thank you for how you changed me, how you made it incredibly difficult to look at a couple and not question if everything that one is saying to the other is absolute bullshit.

These are the last words I will speak to or of you; I’ve wasted enough.

Never again,

A Victim.