I knew it was over when I asked myself what it would take to make me believe anything you said again. I came up with nothing.
Would I believe you if you flew thousands of miles to see me? No.
Would I believe you if you told me you wanted me back? No.
Would I believe you if you declared your love for me still, after all this time? No.
Would I believe you if you said you wanted to marry me? No.
Why wouldn’t I? Because all that already happened and every time I believed you, you turned immediately around and left. Every. Fucking. Time.
Who does that?
Then you wanted to be my friend? Seriously?
Let’s not forget the ‘I love you’s’, the ‘oops I didn’t mean that’, the ‘oh wait I do mean that’, the ‘oh actually I’ve moved on and had no choice’, and my personal favorite, ‘I guess I cared so much I was fighting it and treated you like shit’ excuse.
That is CRAZY.