Blake, the one who I believed and trusted, the one who fooled me and made me feel like I was the problem. It’s been 2 years since I finally walked away, since I finally realized my worth, since I realized that I loved you more then you could ever love me, that being faithful was never your goal.

I moved on from you with another who has been so patient with me, with my fears, with my indecisive feelings that want to rage war inside of me. He is the person who loves me as much as I love him, the person who made me realize I was never at fault for the actions you made and the hurt you caused me. I wish you the best in your own healing and dealing with the pain you are now dealing with. 

When you messaged me to say you were sorry and that a part of you never moved on from me, I laughed, I cried, I mourned, because you never realized that at the time I had loved you that is what I wanted to hear, to know, to see. You are too late now to claim my heart you will never get that right ever again, but I wish you the best my old dear.

One day you’ll realize that I am not the one for you but the person who is, that is out there silently waiting for you deserves to be treated and treasured the way you now wish to treat and treasure me. It will be hard to move on from me as I know it was hard to move on from you.