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    by  • June 22, 2011 • Moving On • 0 Comments

    We dated for 2 1/2 years, and you were my first love. You taught me what love was, and how to love. You brought out the worst in me, and I brought out the worst in you. You adored me for about six months, then our relationship went to shit. You never answered the phone, texted me back, or asked to hangout. I put in all of the effort, without receiving any in return. If I didn’t answer your rare phone call, you’d assume I was doing something to betray you. I soon got used to being ignored and feeling uncared for. You rarely showed emotion. You left me feeling broken down and empty. I held on for over 2 years, because somehow I fell in love with you. I was at my lowest point; I had hit rock bottom, yet still I stayed. I was convinced that I could never be happy. I never realized what true happiness was, until now. We broke up in March, and it’s June now. I never thought I’d make it this far. I’m over you, for the most part. It still hurts, but my wounds are healing quickly. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. I feel so alive. I have a guy that loves me for me. He thinks I’m beautiful, funny, smart, and funny to be around. He is everything you weren’t, and more. I’ll always keep a special place for you in my heart, but I resent you for everything that you made me feel. I went through hell for you, and I got burnt. I now know my limits, and how I want to be treated. You told me that I ruined your life, and I turned you into a person that you don’t want to be. I’m glad. You deserve it. So fuck you, forget you.

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