So many of my memories include you. We made each other happy, and I know that I’m not the only one that was in love. All your old friends say you would never open up. But you told me all your deepest fears, your wishes, and I told you mine.
Sometimes I look back and wonder if you were just lying to me. And then I see you, doing something you once told me you were dying to try. We were joined at the hip. People hated being around us because they could tell we were speaking with our eyes. You made me happier than I had been in a very, very long time.
After you said those words to break my heart I fell apart. A group of people you don’t know were there to support me. Now, I’m almost completely fine. But then I see you walking down the street, driving to school, and I feel like I’ve been stabbed in the heart. Your smile makes me want to scream and tear my hair out. You’ll never know how much you hurt me, and I’ll never tell you. You don’t deserve that kind of power. You said you never wanted to hurt anyone again. Look at what you did to me, darling. Even if you apologize again, I won’t let you back in.
I’m better off without you. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, but it does mean goodbye. I won’t ever speak to you again.