You never loved me. You’re not capable of feeling love. You mimic your idea of what love is supposed to look like. Love is self sacrifice. That’s how I knew that you were lying to me. You abandoned me in the middle of the storm, just to save your own skin. That’s not love, it’s hate. You left me there, alone, and the only way I could be found was by someone who actually DID love me. That person is still here, but you’re not. That’s why I depise your idea of love. You imitate other people’s empathy, because you have none of your own. You had a chance to experience real love from me, and I could tell you’d never had it before. What I felt was so much deeper than you are able to understand. You are a selfish person, who uses people for your own benefit, and then you discard them like trash. My feelings for you didn’t evaporate, and it’s been a difficult process to try to get through, but it’s getting easier. Every time you have messaged me, I had to restart it all over again. The reason is because I really cared. Everytime I feel sympathetic towards your attempt to communicate with me, I just try to remember how easily you threw me away. I was a faceless person who listened to you without judgement, but you wanted greener pastures, and now you can have them.