I am removing you from social media. I am blocking your number from my phone. I am deleting your old texts. I am cutting you out of my world completely.
As far as I’m concerned, you no longer exist. You are dead to me.
I am not going to send you any friend requests. I am not going to shoot you any texts. I am not going to see you over the holidays. I am not going to open the door for you. I am not going to stop and talk to you if we cross paths in public.
I am not going to waste any more of my time with you because you have already stolen enough.
I have grown up a lot since I’ve met you — but you have stayed the same exact person. If anything, you have gotten worse. Even more immature.
You think that the world is against you. You never take responsibility for your actions. In your twisted mind, there is always someone else to blame.
Maybe my walking away will be the wake up call you need. Maybe it will help you realize how fucked up you have become. Maybe it will cause a change.
Or maybe not.
Maybe you’ll hurt everyone else you meet the same way you have hurt me. Maybe losing me will help you slide even further toward rock bottom. Maybe you will never take the steps to save yourself.
I can’t worry about what happens to you after I leave. I can’t let guilt weigh me down because there is nothing wrong with me walking away. If anything, I should have left sooner. I shouldn’t have put up with your mistreatment for so long.
You can tell me you’re sorry. You can swear that, moving forward, you are going to treat me better. You can get on your knees and beg me to forgive you because you never meant to hurt me.
None of that will make a difference to me. You hurt me one too many times.
I am deleting all of your photographs from my phone. I am throwing out the gifts you gave me. I am deleting you from my heart and from my mind.
From this point on, I don’t want anything to do with you and I know you aren’t going to respect my decision because you never have before.
You are going to fight me on this. You are going to show up uninvited. You are going to find some way to contact me. You are going to keep popping into my life instead of giving me peace.
I know you don’t care about anyone other than yourself, but the least you could do is leave me alone. Let me go. Don’t try to chase after me, because no matter how hard you try, no matter what you say or do or promise, things are never going to return to the way they used to be.
You are nothing to me now. Accept that.