It’s been three weeks since I cut you off. After having you in my life on and off for the last eight years it was easily the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Please don’t be mad at me for not fighting harder. I was so tired of being undermined and being told I was wrong, you knew what was at stake but you made the same decision as last time. You claimed you weren’t ready for a long-term relationship and that we should wait a year or two but I always said this would be our last chance and I plan to stand by that no matter what. Twice now you have made me feel replaceable, disposable and forgettable, and I will never let you or anyone else make me feel like that again.

I wish you and her all the best. I hope she can finally make you happy and that one day you might finally understand what the word ‘love’ actually means. I just hope you don’t break her heart when you come crawling back at the end of the year, like you always do.

PS. I burnt all the t-shirts you left and cut up your toothbrush.
PPS. I’ve already wasted a quarter of my life waiting for you. I’m not waiting any longer.