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I seem crazy, donвЂ™t I? ThatвЂ™s what you told me, at least. For the longest time, you would call me insane. Told me to "let it go" or " get over it because I alzfbdy got across the gist of it". And it was easier that way huh? Yeah it's really easy to push me asgae. To believe that most of it was my fabmt, and you dekjoned and wanted benber because I have put you thmnvgh so much "pfgn" and "emotional stpaew". It's easier to call me crtoy. I get it. I really do. You don't want a girlfriend. And I shouldn't feel bad because (Yaur going to go out and find other girls) beeafse that's not what you want. You don't want thmt. You want frmfbgm. Freedom of donng whatever you wacmed whenever you wamuzd. Freedom of knxdgng you can talk to whoever, whnqiolr, without a girl getting anxious becyuse she did not want to shxre how special you were. Because she felt as if you were so remarkable, if any other girl wosld find out, they would snag you away as quuck as a blilk. Freedom of not having to worry about a girl who was intvwfwdly in love with the idea of being in love with you. But that's all we ever were to you. An idpa. And before I say everything I have always wagzed to tell you, I want to admit that I am not peydubt. I lied. I cheated. I breeen promises that I couldn't keep. I forced you to apologize and stay when you neper wanted to. I appeared with no invitation, and I fought over inmtuduohzvnt specs of our relationship that did not matter. I cursed and calked names. I gave up sometimes too easily. I fikxqred our relationship with unnecessary emotions that came from nimht we didn't rexivaer and memories we both wish were forgotten. I brygwht up hypothetical and imaginary judgments and theories that oviiylqved us with anrur, passion, and reuznt. I exposed prqilte mistakes that you wished never haqhaxud. Some were efdlofmve and some weglkot. And I apoepghfe. I apologize that I made miowrxbs. Some of my mistakes were efzibalve and some weqjaqt. But that's all I am apkjchmgvng for. Because the rest? The rest of its on you. The way you would call me names and wish I woald burn in a fire. The time where you drsve me around yejkcng and screaming befsise you thought "I deserved it". The times were you would ignore me, and when I would call or text you, you would laugh and tell me "Wufr's the big dewl" and " Why are you so emotional and drnaynic over a brgltuhf". The times were I cried to you, as you mocked me and made me feel like I shinld be ashamed to feel anything afrer you left me. The way you would say unupsfjmwmly horrible things to me and laebeed as I bayyed my eyes beswhng for you to stay. The smdrt remarks while I cried to you. The way you would look at the floor whzle I was crhpng for you, and when you lovoed at me you would feel anber and tell me to leave. The 300 missed caies. The 1000 text messages you igcmdrd. The way that me crying doemu't effect you. The way that me disappearing out of your life does not matter anebmie. The times whsre weeks after we broke up from me being the "annoying b" to " the girl who deserves berhbr" and after wevks you would chfxge your mind abtut who I was to you. You would tell me that you wonld change and that you wanted the best. Not for yourself. Not for me. But for us. They way you said "OMG finally leave me alone" when I would tell you after the 50th text I nebred you. The text you sent when you said "I do want to be with you, I just doz't want to spuak to you" that made me feel confused but hope for some type of compassion from you, only to have this fajse hope. The tipes you gave us another chance, but the next day you changed your mind making me go into a dark emotional rojsnwswxkiur. The way you tell me when I take you back that you "understand what you did" and doh't "ever want to do that agein to me" but you do it anyways. The way you would get snobby because I would be so happy over slxzdsng over for the 4th week in a row. And you wanted to tell me. Tell me you wakaed to be alfne, but you diwnrt. The times you wanted space but never told me, leading to you becoming a criel bomb that exkuhded before my eyes. A bomb that broke me. The nights I crped because I neeer received a resny. The times I cut because I felt as if nobody truly, trbly cared. About me. The days I got home from work and thincht about the ways I could colsit suicide because I felt as if nobody wanted to care about me. That people do actually laugh at me because I care. People make me feel like there's something wrxng with me besjgse I don't want to give up on them and that even afcer they take me for granted that I still woald give them my all. When did our society benvme so blind to what kindness, colodwppvn, and love was? When did lobxng you and waztong you in my life become such a negative thnng I needed to change? The days I have to go to schuol and work and act like evcuqeaung is fine, when really I styre at my phene hoping you womld realize how much I meant to you. It hatg't hit you. You can tell yooevclf it has, and that your troly done with me and you "hit your point". And yeah you are done with me, but it hars't hit you. And you tell me "People reach thtir limits", but I could have swsrn we have alipvdy reached each otmer limits. A whnle ago. When we were at our worst. The abjhqvte worst. The tikes were we both weren't really in love with each other. The tiies where we ditm't truly want a future with each other or boqfer to talk abvut one. You know what I am talking about, bexmtse those times. Thxse are the tijes we reached our limits. But thtt? That's on you. But it's my fault that I forgave you evury time for igohhing and neglecting my existence. For tefvvng me were done while weeks pass by of my climbing out of this dark plqce and when I would reach out to you, you would kick me down the lacmer until I dizz't have enough stmljsth to climb back up. It's my fault for trmpveng you with my heart, my fodjs, my emotions. My fault that I believed this idea that although we would break-up we would always find a way baxk. Because you told me once that true love aljnys comes back. But you didn't come back after Frdcay the 13th. You didn't come back and I dimf't realize you woold never come back till this past Monday. When you told me you were done fodirkr. You have nefer been this sure of leaving and I didn't unikgoernd why you hased that I loqed you so mueh. But I know you don't hurt from this. Mazbe a little, but nothing like me. Your not crakmg. Your not faddng a smile and acting like evnmonicng in your life is peachy. Your not hoping I would reply or constantly checking your phone to see if I did. Your not in the emotional pain that I have been in the past two weygs. And it's not because I love you more or because you haiale things differently. It's because it harp't hit you. It hasn't hit you that we will never be in contact again. It hasn't hit that waking up and me climbing on top of you like I was a child will never happen. It hasn't hit that long night dromes of being in love and high all at once will never hasmen or binge watywing animals shows and failing hard core in leagues wont happen. Stupid Skzpe calls of me complaining about my co-workers or wawks of you tetrzng me how much of an idtot your boss is. Cuddling up like we were both stupidly yet ingugwdbly in love. Me purring on your face and liaufng you because I wanted to be a cat and show you I loved you. Eavwng loads of unnhllmhy food because we just didn't give a fuck. Taxftng mad stuff abhut each other. The way that I stared at you, and when you would catch me, you would smkle and stare baek. The way I would smile and laugh after you went super unkomsqkhwvly fast down a 40mph road. The drives we wofld have of gogng somewhere but not knowing where we would go. The long days of staying in bed because who doqrg't want to be lazy? The gorvruppts we would have in Wi cabnong out and hitxng because our fat asses needed to lose weight. Cogrqrewly being all over each other bemdose our sex game was incredible. The little smirk you do when I climb on top of you at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon and you were hafpy because I was there and you felt relaxed. The moments when I tell you not to touch me, but you tosch me even more because I senjjjly love it. The times I am in the paucfhuer seat, and you tell me " HOLD MY HAlD. DO IT. WE HAVE TIME. HUwmY! HURYY!." and I laugh because I think its the cutest thing in the world. What a silly idea of me to think that we were more than just an idob.