I loved you, and our break up was more than messy. We said a lot of terrible things. We did a lot of damaging things. During the whole time afterward, you still wanted to be friends. I didn’t. Now it’s switched. You’ve your ex best friend/gf back, you don’t give a crap about me. I still said, let’s just be friends. You said ‘no, then I’ll have to explain everything to her’. Explain what? I was your ex?
I told you I had a heart condition bad then; it was serious. You told me, never phone, text, or email you again.
Sometimes, I wish that you didn’t turn your back to abandon us. Whatever us we had left. Now I’m left knowing I can’t let myself contact you again out of dignity nor speak to you, and that you wouldn’t ever again out of some falsehood that I wouldn’t want to hear from you.
For fuck’s sake I miss you. But I can’t.