"You told me always but the next thing I knew you were telling me about the cute girls you saw at the mall. One moment you were telling me you missed me and the next you were asking me how you could get the new girl."
I pushed him away from he and got up from the couch.
"You broke me and I smiled so you wouldn't feel like you were to blame. It was all your fault yet I sucked it up and smiled at you to help you get through the pain. I smile and act like I'm perfectly fine everyday because you don't even see how badly you actually hurt me."
"Wait but I thought we were fine-"
"Fine?! You thought we were fine! You told me I was more than enough for you and then you tell me I wasn't cutting it for you. Was it all a lie? Was there any truth to what you ever said to me? I can't even think about our time together without feeling like it was a lie. Thinking about every moment we spent together and wondering if you were wondering how to end things with me."
"You know that's not true I told-" I slap him across the face cutting him mid-sentence.
"You think I believe anything you've said to me since then? You were done with me months before we ended and you kept leading me on because you were scared and worried ABOUT YOURSELF. And the worst part? I still fucking care. You tell me you're sad or anxious and I'll call you worried for you. I'll call you and try to calm you down. I could tell you I'm about to end my life and you'd just ask me the best way to ask out another girl."
