Once upon a time long ago. Back when I trusted everything you said.
I believed that you had loved me too. I loved you deeply and completely. I opened myself up to you. I never loved anyone else as much as I did you. Honestly, I didn't see myself with any other man, ever. I looked forward to a future with you.
You were my one and only.
Then you left.
Not just once, but twice.
Broken heart each fucking time.
I used to be a very forgiving person. I used to trust too. I used to be a lot of things.
Lots of past tense words, eh?
I am not that person any more.
You text me now. You say you miss "talking" to me.
Texting isn't talking.
The fact is, I don't miss you. I don't miss your sweet words. I don't miss your fine talk. I don't miss our private little jokes. I don't miss any more of your sugar coated bull shit.
I deserve much better.
At first I couldn't figure out why, after all these years, did you choose to miss me all of a sudden. I was baffled as to why you would poke at my heart again with an email.
Then it dawned on me and I did some digging.
I think you forgot how cleverly, smart I am.
I see that she's divorcing you.
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