You hurt me so badly. After 2 years of trying to make things work between us, even though we had our difference, I decided that was enough. Ya, I made the decision, but I was also the one putting in all the effort. Did I have regrets? Of course. Did I love you totally? Yes. But I couldn't trust you for so many reasons... and we were just too different in the end. It ended badly. It was a mess. It tore us apart, hurt our friends, made us both move away and change jobs. Mess. I hated you for what you did to me, what you put me through and that was the end of it.
Now it's been 8 months and there's still that crazy connection. There's no chance that there would ever be anything again, but once in a while, there's something in the news or some mutual friend has a story that we know the other would appreciate, so I let my guard down. And once again, you act like a supreme asshole when I'm just trying to be nice back.
So fuck you. I'm not doing this. I'm in a much better place in my life and as much as I miss our talks, I don't need this bullshit. I'm healthy, independent, and happy.
Have a nice life. Ya, I miss the connection, but I can find it elsewhere. I don't miss the manipulation. —In a better head-space