You taught me so much about love. You taught me about hurt, betrayal, my own vindictiveness and resentment. My flaws and failures were laid bare before you and you stamped on them. But the truth is I deserved every second of it. I only realised how much I hurt you, and how much I loved you when you hurt me. I never imagined that it was possible to love and hate someone at the same time. So I ran, I moved to another country. That was the level of distance I needed to stop acting like a fool and five years later I’m still walking wounded like it was the apocalypse. Part of me hopes you’re as messed up as me. But mostly, a bigger part of me hopes you found happiness and closure. Because then, this living hell that has become my life would have been for something.