I should hate you, and you probably think I do, while in the back of your mind believing I made the wrong choice. What you did was wrong, but i fell for it. You tempted me, but I took the bait. We had something, and that as undeniable. I felt with you a way I’ll never feel with the one I’m with now. The raw connection both sexually and emotionally was like nothing I’ve ever had or will again. All this being said, you’re not for me, and I’m not for you. You could never love me the way he does, you could never give me the comfortable life he can, and you could never be the person i was proud to be with. You aren’t safe for me, and I’m not safe for you. Together we would have led ourselves into a destructive path of hard drugs and mental breaks. I have to live with the consequences of what happened everyday, and I always will. I resent you for getting off so easy, although I hear your not doing well. I don’t miss you anymore, and you don’t even seem like your real anymore. just a figment of my twisted imagination, a terrible nightmare that makes me sick to my stomach when i think about what we did. I don’t hate you. there’s a good person in you who makes terrible choices, like myself, but you ruined my life, and I’ll probably never recover. I’ll never be able to say __ was my one and only. ___ and I won’t ever be the same no matter how we try, but he’s the one I want to be with for the rest of my life, and I’ll spend it trying to work it out. He’s the one I always loved, and he loves me like nothing I’ve ever seen before. So let me go, I hope you prove them wrong, I hope you have all the things we talked about one day.
Sadly, I’ll never forget you.