It’s been four months since you told me you want to break up. You gave me a bunch of stupid ass reasons why, when in fact you were already having an affair – I don’t know what you did but it doesn’t matter.

You meant the world to me. You were my sunshine and my moon, I thought about you all the time and I still do. These four years were the most amazing years of my life.

When you later told me about the other guy, you broke me. I would’ve never thought that YOU, MY ANGEL can do such a thing to me because I fucking loved you so much.

You tried to contact me, I know. You called me for 4-5 days and then you stopped. Gee, thanks for those half-assed attempts to get back together. You knew what you’ve had to do if you wanted me back but you didn’t do it. If you came to my door I would’ve NEVER said no to you and you knew it.

During this time I wasn’t even able to think clearly, not to mention about getting into a relationship. You know I’m a handsome guy, that’s why you asked me how many girls I’ve slept with since we broke up. I told you the truth, an absolute zero.

You went on a vacation with your new boyfriend straight away. You told me about all the sex you were having. It was like shoving a burning coal down my throat and through my intestines.

Thank you so much. You broke my body, you broke my soul, you broke my heart.

Before you told me about all of that (the other guy, the sex) you were so flirtatious with me. You agreed to meet. I’m so glad I cancelled. I didn’t know you’ve had a boyfriend. I didn’t know you already slept with him so shortly after our 4 year relationship.

Why did you agree on meeting with me? Why were you flirting with me?

I guess I will never find out. I told you I don’t ever want to talk to you again and I fucking mean it.

I have never trusted ANYONE as much as I trusted you, yet NO ONE has ever hurt me as much as you did.

I’m so sorry I told you about my future plans. I wanted for you to find out on your own and be devastated when you’d see the guy you considered to be a loser become such a successful man.

You know what, Stella? I will become a successful man. I will make you feel sorry for losing me. I will make you feel miserable. You will never forget me as long as you breathe.

I will become the best version of myself possible.

You will ask for me back, but I already told you, I can’t take you back. You’re not pure anymore. In my mind, you are an abomination and you will stay this way and there’s nothing you can do about it.