I’ve been to 8 different countries in the past four months. I’ve seen the world and I know there are better things out there, but I still can’t get over you. I’m having the time of my life here, probably the most fun I’ll ever have. But at the end of the day when I’m alone in my room, I miss you.
Thank you for abandoning me. You were supposed to be my best friend. You were supposed to support me through this. I wanted to be with you when I did this. I couldn’t wait to share all my stories with you and buy cute little gifts from where ever I went just for you. Did you really have to leave me when I needed you the most?
Thanks for faking it. When did you know you were going to leave me? The last time we were just laying in your bed, was it all fake? Did you know you didn’t want me there with you? Did you have to force yourself to just be with me one last time? I know we weren’t talking for a week during my birthday, but you couldn’t even wish me happy birthday? And you couldn’t even break up with me in person? I had to force it out of you because you were being so shitty. Just a text that said “I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Nice, thanks for that. Is that all I meant to you? Just a short text? All you have to say after over two years?
Thank you for making me such a cold-hearted person. I don’t even want to start dating again because I do not want to deal with the heartbreak and the strain. Now that I know what it feels like to loose the person you love the most, I just want to stay away from any situation that will make me feel like this again.
Thanks a lot for taking me to Coney Island, my ex-favorite place. I’ll never be able to go back with out having flashbacks of us.
But most off all I want to thank you for being the only thing dragging me down these past four months. I’m on cloud nine here, but as soon as I think of you it’s ruined. You crushed me and you still continue to do so.