Don't trace your footsteps back to me.

I remember someone once said that breaking up with someone is like a declaration of war-I understand that now.

We fought and you beat me, hands down. I allowed myself to be consumed by that defeat to the point where I was just a shell of a person, barely existing at all. I was so pathetic and fragile, constantly bracing myself for more pain that you didn’t care enough to even realize you were inflicting. You really fucking hurt me, and I gave you far too many undeserved chances to change your mind and come back without consequences. You threw that grace back in my face and my willingness to forgive has expired.

I think about that time now and I hate that I allowed someone so cruel and insignificant to make me crumble in such a way. For that I must almost congratulate you, for fooling me so tremendously, I actually thought you were someone worthwhile. I was wrong about you and you seem to have realized too late that you were wrong about me too.

My heart is no longer an apartment being left vacant for the possibility you might return, it’s back on the market and you no longer fit the criteria for tenancy. I don’t want you anymore and I’m not going to allow myself to even entertain the idea that there is something you could say or do that would change my mind. My door is closed to you forever, please redirect your mail.