I’m in love with you, and I wish I wasn’t. You are a trashy girl, and you’re not worth it. I know you cheated on me, and I think more than once.
You say you regret coming to see me, and I believe it. And it’s not about the money, we had a horrible time.
I’ve spent such a long time imagining you as part of my future that it’s tough to see anything else. I don’t know how to tell you or to follow through with this. But I know I’m better off without you.
Why do I feel like I messed up when I know this is best for me?
I wish I could just get over you,