You chased me for months, and I told you I didn’t want to fall in love, because it always ends in pain. You tried, and you showed me what could be, but how was I to know that all you did was fake. I was like a challenge to you, one that you needed to conquer, just to say you could. I was never special to you like you said. “I fell in love with you that first night” you said, yet more lies.

We went too fast, I trusted you far too soon. I’m lucky to be able to have got myself into a position of surviving, but living isn’t what I would call it. I gave you months after you walked out of our home, and left me there completely alone. I believed every word you said, and I tried my best to be your rock, even though you treated me like nothing.

Why could you admit things to your family, but not to me. Why did you play them and make them think that I was the one who couldn’t let go of you, when you were the one hitting up my phone every few days. You made me seem crazy, but I guess that’s what all manipulators do. You made me doubt myself, you made me hurt, you made me not want to live. Yet I still gave you everything I possibly could.

I want you to apologise, I want you to be sorry, tell me your sorry for ever betraying me. How many times it was, I don’t know. I guess I will never know, because you will never tell me. Why did you do it Tim. I tried so hard for you, and I just do not know what I did to deserve this from you.

I will get over it, and I will learn from my mistakes, but all you will ever be, is a lonely, bitter, old man.