So it’s been days now since we last talked. I realize now that even if it hurt badly that time, I didn’t make a mistake.
Yes, I hurt you. Yes, I still feel bad and guilty over it. But you were also real toxic to me too, making me walk on eggshells every time we spoke.
You didn’t know how to communicate, you had me waiting for days for a reply just to know you weren’t mad. I waited so many times for you and was so patient. And now you won’t even think about forgiving me? Good!
I hope you don’t spread your hate, but I don’t wanna talk to you anymore! You weren’t perfect, and you didn’t do everything alright like I said that time. I lied because I was panicking about losing you.
But I’m glad I did. Now I can have real friends who actually love me unlike you, holding your resentment towards me and acting like nothing happened.
I still hope you have a great life, and that you manage to overcome all your pain. But I realize I won’t be staying with open arms for you. Even if you do come back someday… I won’t be there for you anymore.
I hope I never see you again.
