“ I love you with all my heart” I said.
But he never said it back. I took the silence in a more poetic way than he meant it, but the truth was he never loved me. How could I blame him, maybe he finally saw me how I saw myself, and it’s really a pity because i’ve never loved someone like that again. We don’t conversate much anymore and when we do it’s boring and average, nothing compared to the colors that used to fly. I often wonder if you helped me or just made me worse, but in the big picture I don’t really think I mind. Temporary happiness is something i’m used to. I recently have been thinking about our spring fling and cannot decide if you were with me out of pity, but I’m truly sorry she was more beautiful than I, and i’m so sorry I have scars all over the place. Now that you’re gone I no longer love you, not only for what you did but for what i’ve become and now that you’re gone I do not sleep and I barely eat. I am so very sorry that you had to deal with me, and if you could do me a favor and tell anyone who wants to be close to me to be careful. Because I am and always will be a mess.