If I could go back, I would un-meet you. I would wipe you from my memory. I don’t want you in my life. You are the mistake I can’t undo because you will not go away. I don’t wish you the best. I don’t hope you find happiness. I’m not sorry I hurt you. Because you started all this. You made all of this possible. And this incessant game of tag has been nothing but a curse from the very night I laid eyes on you all those years ago.
Go away. Stay away. Don’t contact me. Don’t look for me. Don’t wish me well. Don’t wish me happiness. Don’t be sorry for what you said. Don’t be ashamed. Just let it go and this disaster die.
I want it dead. I want us dead. I don’t care what you do with your life as long as I don’t have to know about it. I don’t need your words. I don’t need your forgiveness. I don’t need you. You weren’t there when I needed you. What makes you think I need you now.
One thing I know for certain is this. Whatever lies in my future is NOT in my past.
Take your martyrdom and your self-suffering and your whining holier-than-thou hypocritical bullshit and go bleed on someone else’s alter.
Because. You. Simply. Don’t. Matter. Anymore.