You will never know just how much I hate you. That’s not a bad thing though. It just means I still care enough to let your actions affect me.
One day though someone will bring you up in conversation and for a split second I will draw a blank. When it all comes back to me I will not shed a tear. I will shrug when they ask how you are, shrug and say “who knows and who cares?” and ONE day I will mean it.
One day you will be nothing but a black smudge in my past.