It’s quite amazing how much my life has changed. It’s hard to believe the shell I was a year and a half ago. On that day, I swore I wouldn’t let myself be weak again. That I wouldn’t be hurt ever again. A year and a half later, I find myself in the best position I have ever been in. Everything’s great. College is great. My friends are great. She’s great. But then you had to come along and try and barge in.
I was surprised when I received that text. You hadn’t crossed my mind in at least 6 months. At first, I did not answer. It would have been a better choice. Curious, I picked up the phone after a couple hours. You sounded so familiar, and yet, I couldn’t help but distrust you immediately. The first week was normal. Everything was ok, and it didn´t seem as such a bad idea. Then the first discussion came along. And then the second one. And then you tried to play the victim, saying how much it hurt you knowing what you did to me.
Then you brought him up. Not once, not twice, but multiple times. Then came your stories about his abuse. The worst part was hearing you trying to come up with excuses for him. I tried to help, I don’t know why. And, as expected with you, I endedup becoming the villain in the story. The guy who tried to steal you away, as if I would ever fall for you again. It was almost comical watching him try and punch me, with his legs barely withstanding his weight. However, I was the one you shouted at, and the one who got the short end of the stick.
Now, a month later, you’re trying to barge in again. Your apologies really mean nothing to me at this point. I know my current relationship is great, and I’m not getting into any more trouble. You’ve said you want me back in your life. However, I do not want a stranger being close to me. Because that’s all I see when I look at you. My best friend died a year and a half ago. Now, only a shadow of her former self remains. Only you remain. And, beleive me, I already gave you your last chance.