
A Letter to the Man Who Hurt Me…
You met me when I was at my most vulnerable. You told me you loved me, you told me you would support me, you told me you cared. Instead all you did was hurt me.
You called me crazy and dramatic, but you brought the drama in my life. You called me emotional, when my whole life was uprooted and changing. In the end, you said you never made promises to me, but that’s all you ever did and that’s why I stayed for as long as I did. You used me for all my kindness.
I would fed you, bake and cook for you, massage you whenever you wanted it, I would make sure you had all the things you needed, so I would buy whatever you had missing. I cared for your dog like she was my own. I would run to you when you needed a favour, a friend or a partner.
I wasn’t perfect and sometimes things were hard, but I was the best thing that ever happened to you.
I’m not sorry I lost you, because you never did anything for me. YOU should be sorry you lost me. I was the best thing that happened to you, and you will never find my equal.
I will always be the one who got away.