I know, but still.

I know that we didn’t love each other. I didn’t love you, in the sense of the word. But I admit, it hurt to be treated like crap. I was hurt because I cared — and fuck that. I was hurt because I voluntarily shared pieces of me with you. I shared my vulnerabilities with you — when I didn’t have to. And now that I think about it, maybe I did love you, in the sense of the word.

I know I didn’t matter LIKE THAT to you. But still, you could have done better with me towards the end. I will not get the time back. I will not get that time when I was hurting over how ignored me. That time you were pulling away, acting like we didn’t just share a bed the night before. You clearly know how to make someone feel small and insignificant. Did you know how hurt I was? No, because I didn’t matter LIKE THAT to you for you to ask.

Now you say you miss me? Bullshit. You cannot just go your way and say that any time you want. I have nothing to give you. Not a reply, a thank you, or a how are you. Nothing. You don’t get to hear from me. I gave you too much before. And I’m glad I didn’t give you everything.