I have never hated you any more than I do right now. And it isn’t even for what you did to me. It’s for what you’re doing to her.
Once upon a time, I thought you were it for me. I thought I was done.I’ll never forget the look on your face when you told me That you couldn’t keep hurting me forever. And the way you kept saying you’d never be the man I wanted you to be.
And now, now I look at you and the life you’ve created for yourself and I feel nothing but pity for you. You have a woman that does anything you want for you. But you STILL don’t realize what you have when you have it. I guess some things never change. It’s infuriating.
I pity you because you’ll never know real love. Not until you learn how to give it out. And from where I’m standing, that won’t be happening anytime soon.
I don’t long for the nights of just riding around with you. I don’t miss the way it felt when you held me. I barely even remember the way your kisses felt. I’m not forgetting you. But I don’t love you anymore. I’ve known for a long time now—that I don’t love you. But this is the first time I’ve said it out loud. This is the first time I’ve been able to say with full confidence that I’m free. I’m finally free.