Life feels pointless and my existence seems utterly worthless. I’m irritable and angry, blaming how I feel on everyone and everything that crosses my path, including you. And for this I am sorry.
I’ve brought other people to bed since you, but these sheets feel even colder with them than they do when I’m alone.
Our hearts long to be understood. Some of us would actually like for a man to take care of us – not because we require his help, but because we want it.
I know it has to come from a place of hurt. That’s what bullies do, they hurt because they’re hurt.
Now that you’ve relinquished the hope that he’ll return, you develop resent towards this man who used to proclaim his love to you.
On the eve of my engagement to another individual, I met someone else. Throughout my life, I was so used to making calculated, precise decisions backed with evidence, but this I could not explain. I walked off the beaten path for the first time in my life, and called off my engagement.
Never date someone who makes pain a side effect of love.
Instead, you walked away. You walked away like all those nights together in your bed meant nothing.
I’ve made up my mind to never burden you with my feelings anymore. I’ll hide it deep down, never letting anyone else know just how much I love you.
I’m still haunted by your hands, whispers on my skin that left permanent marks, almost like shadow scars.