I wanted you to know that you stopped having the affect over me that you did. Nowadays, when you talk behind my back; I just laugh.
You broke up with me nine months ago, it was my heart that was broken; not yours. So why are you still talking about me?
It’s because you’re insecure and I know the real you, and that could damage your image. You’re scared I’ll let something slip, or maybe you just hate that I could destroy you so easily if I wanted to.
I don’t want to. I never did. I’m better than that.
I also want you to know that Ive recently found someone new. But you already know that, don’t you? I see the way you look at us and I’ve heard what you’ve said. Guess what: I’m happy. You didn’t win.
So go on and try to break me now, I’m stronger now and I see through your desperate attempts to seem cool.
I wish that someday youre comfortable in your own skin like I am in mine.