I loved you more than life itself. You taught me the difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. I hate that you hurt me. Why wouldn’t I? I was happy with you because you were my happiness. Life existed when you were with me and fortunately I have learned to live without you, but life would be utterly better with you. I don’t know if I’m ready to see you again, and as though you may never read this, I wish you knew that I think about you everyday since we deviated from one another. Fuck you for hurting. Fuck you for lying to me. Fuck you loving someone else. And fuck you for trying to lie to yourself just to make things better. My love has become a boiling hate, not towards you, but towards how foolish we were.
Oh my love, you will always be in my heart for I will always care for you, but I will not love you forever. Or I least I hope not.