I think you are obsessed. It’s not love. I honestly don’t believe you are capable of romantic love. I do not believe you ever loved me. That belief comes from many things from start until now. You certainly never loved me. I knew it then and I know it now. I also know everything about me that you don’t love, which I will never change because. I like me. That’s not good enough for you? And it wasn’t, so too bad. Bye.
The obsession you have with me is not love and I know it’s about me suddenly stopping. With me, any them, you would get what you need from them, and take the best of me, without giving a damn thing, nothing the entire time. They didn’t need it, I did, and you gave them what they needed, and me nothing, while it sucked the life out of me.
That life, and me taking it away, is the source of your obsession. You might as well forget it because there is no way I am ever getting with you in any way ever again. That’s written in stone.
I told you this too, DO NOT GO OUT, LIVE YOUR LIFE, HAVE YOUR FUN, RUIN YOURSELF, AND THEN THINK YOUR GETTING BACK HERE WHEN YOU ARE USED UP AND RUINED FOR ME. I told you, I warned you and what did you do? Do you actually believe I will go back on that? Was it just talk? I f****** meant it. It’s not even pride, although I am one stubborn f***, you are not what I want or need. Not any more. You never were if I’m being honest, but certainly not. You know I didn’t like what you were about when we met. You knew that. You didn’t change, you got worse. So what the f*** am I supposed to do to with that?