“Dear you, I don't think you know how much you hurt me. But even more, I don't think you care. I…”

Dear you, I don't think you know how much you hurt me. But even more, I don't think you care. I have spent months trying to wrap my mind around everything that has happened. How could you just leave like that? And expect me to be okay with it? Did you ever stop for a second to think that sending me a vague text message in the middle of the night might not be the correct way to break my heart? I wish I could make this easier for you. That I could be the cold, emotionless robot that you've become. I wish I could forget everything that happened between us. But most of all, I wish I didn't have to see you every day. I tried really hard not to hate you, because despite what you've done and how you have treated me, I still love you and I still wait for you to come back to me. But, yes, after all this time, there is some hate there. I hate you, not for what you did, but the way you made me feel. Alone, Terrified, worthless, unimportant, unloved. And no matter how much I love you, I will hate you forever for that. This will be much easier when you are not in my life anymore. When you finally just go away for good. There's a good chance I will never get over you and that is something I have to live with. I'd like to say that I forgive you and hope you find happiness in your life, but that isn't true. Because I really want someone to do what you did to me to you, I want you to feel this pain. I'm sorry it has to be this way but this is what you chose. Me