I had a crush on you for the longest. In high school, I asked you out more than a dozen times. Back then, you weren't sure what your sexuality was. But you knew, you weren't straight. It's odd to say after rejecting me again and again, after I got expelled that is when you reached out.
Saying how much you "love me". How much you cared. That you didn't care about what anyone thought. I should've seen that as a red flag. But I didn't. I was just happy, I was dating the girl of my dreams. However, I would soon learn, you were the devil in disguise.
Sometimes I wish we never met. I often wonder how my life would've been. If I hadn't approached you during my freshman year. If I just ignored you altogether. If I didn't let your pretty looks shield your ugly heart.
Maybe that's why I didn't leave sooner. I didn't want to give up on you that easily. I waited too long for the opportunity to finally call you, "my girlfriend". I guess that is why I gave you too many chances. Why I kept forgiving you even though, nothing changed.
I loved you. But now I realize, I have to love myself. And if loving myself means, you won't be a part of my life any longer. Then, that's a risk I am willing to take.
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To My Abusive Ex |editing| (Complete)
Historia CortaFive times of going back to you, and you haven't changed at all. #15 in Emotional Abuse (1\16\2022) #1 in False Accusation (2\9\ 2022)
