You know, I used to trust. I used to trust everybody. I used to trust you. I even used to trust myself but not anymore. No, now I don’t trust anybody. I’m scared to open up to anyone for fear that all this pain and heartbreak might be repeated. And yes, I got through it once, but I doubt that I could
do it again.
You see, when I first met you, everything finally made sense; everything I had ever heard of about love and friendship – it all made sense. I knew that I loved you and I knew that I cared for you, more than I had ever cared for anyone in my life. As our relationship advanced, so did my love. I grew to trust you, to respect you – I assumed you felt the same. But how wrong I really was; how naïve I turned out to be.
The first day I realised that you didn’t love me, I cried myself to sleep. The next day, again, I cried myself to sleep. Day after day, tear after tear, I realised I was growing stronger, prouder.
Then I saw you with your new group of friends. I saw you holding her like you had never held me before. I was sad and angry and hurt all over again. But then I realised that you simply were not worth it and I moved on.
One day, when one of your friends stabs you in the back, you’ll look back and remember that the person you threw away would never have done such a thing and you will cry. You will cry all the tears I cried because you will finally realise that I was the best thing that ever happened to you. You will see how loyal I was to you and you will weep at all that you have lost.
You loved me at my best and left me at my worst. I loved you at your best and continued loving you, through everything that you put me through. So where were you when I needed you? Where were you when you were the only thing I thought could keep me going?
I have taken my lessons that I have learned and I use them every day. It’s too bad you were too blind to see it when I did – because if you had, our situation would be very different indeed.