Dear A,

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I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you. I'm sorry that even though I tried my hardest, and loved you to death, I still wasn't good enough for you. But I think what I'm most sorry about is just letting you get away with everything. Letting you get away with every hurtful word and every nasty comment. So maybe one day you'll read this, and you'll hear what you've been needing to hear.

I heard you said that you only date people to fix them. To fix their problems. So, I have one question. What the fuck did you fix? Nothing at all, that's what. My mental health and self confidence actually went down when we started dating. And you didn't even notice. You never asked me if I was okay. You didn't care. You never cared- you never even liked me! You dated me because you wanted some sort of physical attention, not because you loved me. And you sure as hell didn't date me to "fix" me. Because all you did was break me. Break me into a million different pieces. Shattered and torn apart and gasping for air because I loved you so much. I don't think you can even comprehend how much I loved you because you've never loved anyone.

I heard you said that you thought I still liked you. So let me just clear this one thing up- I hate you. I hate you with all of my being. There isn't a shred of love left. Because you left me. You fucking left me. Do you even know what that feels like? It hurts. So no, I don't love you. Remember that.




Sorry.

                                      

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