After all this time since you left, I am over you. I don’t want your apology or rhetoric. I don’t care about your feelings or anything you have the need to say. I don’t care about what you think or your reflections. You are worthless. You don’t deserve my time or my energy. You are pathetic. So I am glad I told you that you had the wrong number.
You don’t own me or my life because I took that back. The presence of you existing is not in my mind nor will it ever be again. And I love that you will never get your response from me. Never again. You threw that away with the life of ours that you threw away. So you don’t get my response because you do not deserve it.
Forever you will sit and wonder if you will ever see me again or hear from me. Forever you will wonder if you made the wrong choice and forever you will live in regret. Forever you will live in wondering if I found the man of my life who treats me better than you did. Or wonder if I am even still alive.
Chew on that for the rest of your small existence and….
Wrong number weirdo..