I have always loved too much or not enough. When it comes to you I loved you way too much. I let you take my soul, my body, and my everything.
But when I think a little better literally I gave you my life.
You were controlling every part of my life. The way you manipulated and controlled me is terrible.
Nothing in my life wasn’t mine.
Breathing is the only thing I could do on my own, everything else was under your control.
You were destroying me, day by day, but I loved you even more, no matter what.
Our relationship was messy and complicated, and less than perfect. But I couldn’t imagine my life without you.
You made me believe that I’m hard to love, that I’m not enough.
And one day you become full of everything, and you just left. Without a word, without a goodbye.
I was there alone with my sadness and darkness. Loneliness was killing me.
You could have had me forever. I could have been there with you, beside you, and love you no matter what. But you chose to left me.
I had a bad time after your leaving. Inside, I was dead.
It took me years to realize that I’m not hard to love just because I wanted to be treated right.
To be honest, I loved you, I still do. And I may want you, a lot. But darling, please don’t ever think that I still need you.
Whatever bad is going to happen to you, you deserved it. For all bad things you did to me, you deserve the worst from life.
I forgive you, and I don’t want to sound bitter but I hope hurting me haunts you for years.