No matter what I said I doubt you would have held me to any higher standard than that of a piece of rotting fruit. I am nothing to you and never have been. You were kind to me at the beginning but as time wore on your true nature reared its head. You were manipulative, cunning, and cruel. You tore me apart methodically never giving me a chance to resemble. I had all but moved on, all but forgotten when I stumbled across a picture of you. Hidden away an image of you I had taken one night as you slept next to me on that screen. I was transported back to when I trusted you. I was brought back to all the countless times I accepted your lies and let you talk to me. In that moment I relived all the laughter, words, and moments we shared. And now here I am. Left with nothing more than these memories, an image of you, and countless scars. I wonder, did anything hurt you. Did cheating hurt you in any way. Did hiding things hurt you as much as it hurt me to find them out? Did the knowledge that every "I love you" was fake, burden you? I guess I should move on. That is what everyone tells me to do. They remind me to forgive and forget. To put the past to sleep and focus on the present day. I wonder if you have managed to do that. Have you moved on to a different life. Another person. Have you changed your ways or did you repeat your mistakes. I dare to even call them mistakes. You planned it all out. You knew exactly what you were doing. You kept me around.
