I’ve had a fair amount of time to think. I had some dark days and tough times, and it wasn’t fair that I had asked you a couple of times to hear me out, but I guess I took your offer of friendship on face value. I had accepted that the break down in our relationship was my fault. However, the fact that we could not salvage a friendship out of the embers of us was all yours.
I realise now that you didn’t care enough to try, and now you have moved on so quickly. It makes me realise that it wasn’t just me all along, and that you had disinvested from us a long time ago, and jumped ship when you found something easier and “better”. I don’t feel quite as much of a schmuck in how I treated you, because in the end, you showed your true colours and it was uglier than I ever thought you could be.
I’ve spent the last 6 months improving myself, and if it wasn’t for the breakup, I wouldn’t have done the amazing things I’ve found myself doing. I always felt that I was more than what I became but I am now realising my potential. Something I was never willing to do when I was with you, something you were never able to support me with.
I am not going to give any more time to thinking about you. You are in my past now and one day I’ll forget why I cared so much about you at all. So fuck you and everything about you. I’ve deleted you from my life and I am moving on. My heart deserves more than you and I will find someone that I can cherish who will cherish me back. Oh and one last thing, your mum is right. Your breath does smell