It didn’t last a very long time, three months. Three months with my family, with your family, without her. My mind was on such a wild and beautiful vacation with you. You threw it all away in the worst way possible and left me alone with so many questions. Did I deserve this for what I’ve done?
I split up a couple unintentionally. You told me you didn’t love her, I told you to leave me alone. I was not going to be a home wrecker. You were in a serious relationship for three years; how do I compare? But somehow, I was so much better. The spark you once saw in her, you saw in me only multiplied.
Three months in; you told me you loved me. You told me you were IN LOVE with me. I’ve never seen you so happy in the four months of knowing you. That night, on my bed, was the best memory of you and I will never forget it. You had something to say and I was anticipating something excited. Grab ahold of my face, stared deeply into my eyes, with that beautiful smile that still haunts me everyday, you told me you loved me.
But you didn’t mean any of it? I can’t believe that’s true. I can’t believe I didn’t mean a thing in your life. I know I’m better off without you, and you are better off with her. Couldn’t you have seen me one last time? Broke up with me in person? You expected a pathetic text ‘I think it’s better if I was alone to think for a bit’ meant we were over?
We weren’t officially dating. You never asked. I had my doubts but you would use your oh-so-rehearsed words to reassure me that I was the one for you. But that didn’t mean a text message would do it. It didn’t mean you could ask me to not disclose certain information to her. My mind must have blocked certain characteristics of you out. You are not even half the man I thought you were.
I was hurt for so long. It’s been about four months and it still hurts me everyday. Not the knee buckling, fall down to the ground, growling cries of pain, kind of pain. It’s an inner pain that’s always there. Everyday goes by with at least one thought of you. I miss you. I still have feelings for you. I never said I loved you. I don’t even know if I did. All I know is that you are a really special person to me. You will always be. All the things I said to you, I will own up to. I meant everything even if you claim to mean none of it.
And no, sorry doesn’t cut it. I don’t think anything will. Saying it many times doesn’t make it better either. I won’t ever forget what you did because it haunts me everyday. I will never ever forgive you for what you made me go through. That month was the worst possible month for me and I can’t believe it was you who did this to me.I didn’t know how to deal with the pain and I still don’t. I don’t know what I need to do, what I need to see, what I need to hear, what I need to feel, what I need to experience to make things better. No one’s caring words are helping, no one’s bitter remarks are helping, people are going out of their way to try to reach me, but I don’t know how to reach them. I feel like I’ve changed into someone I don’t want to be. When I sit down to think about it, I want help. I want someone to cure me, help me out of the misery I feel. But I know there’s no one out there but myself. I just don’t know where to start.
I doubt a day will pass when you don’t cross my mind even a year from now. I just hope you’re happy. I wish you didn’t cut off all communications with me for her but I know, even though I don’t like it, that it is the best. Cheers to you, as you get everything you wanted and more while I sit here with less than I started out with. I will live my life, don’t get me wrong, and I will live it to the fullest to my ability. I just wish I didn’t have to try to suppress the depressing thoughts of your blue eyes, your beautiful smile, your amazing laugh, your loving words along with your harsh ones, your inhumane way of breaking the ties between us, and your meaningless sorries that I have to live my life hearing in my head.
