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When I called you out of the blue, because I needed someone to talk to, someone who I could tell everything—it was my weakest moment. I had tried to keep the thought of you out. But believe me, I had no idea who else to call. 

(How do you tell someone that a friend tried to rape you? How do you tell an ex-boyfriend who vowed not to speak to you?)

I had to tell you because you were the one who used to make me feel safe. Secure. You used to be the one I really gave myself to. Maybe I gave myself to you more than I gave myself to me. Maybe that’s part of the problem.

But you calmed me down over the phone. You called your girlfriend to tell her that you were talking to me. You talked to me until I stopped crying. But you sounded exasperated. As if you expected it from me. And I wonder if this is what everyone expects from me.

Hurt doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about how you handled that. I asked you not to tell your girlfriend what I had told you. But you told her anyway. 

And here’s my question: how did you ever love me?

But I can’t talk to my friends. There’s no way for anyone to understand. And I hate when people think their problems are so complicated and special that no one could ever get it.

It’s that I don’t even know what my problems are anymore.

I don’t know myself anymore.

But did I ever? Or did I just think I did because you were there, and I told you absolutely everything? Now you’re not in my life. I have a best friend. But I can’t tell her everything. There are things that no one will never know. They’re dark things that I lock in the back of my mind. 
 

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shitaintsimple:

When you finally realize that this will be the last time…

The Last Hug.

The Last Kiss.

The Last Tear.

The Last Memory. 

(Source: omgitskendra)

(Source: thecontradictory)

I often wonder how break-ups look from everyone else’s perspective. 

I don’t know how, but you bring out the most awful parts of me. You could say that the way I acted was pathetic, but you just led me to it. Your refusal to discuss anything, after you clearly led me on, was brutal. I hate leaving things unfinished. I hate not talking things out. And that’s why I acted the way I did back when you fucked me and told me you still had feelings for me, then said me we shouldn’t talk any more.

I came very close to visiting that dark place I was in, back last spring.

But at this point, I think I’ve just finished. I realized I deserve something better. I’m apathetic towards most everything in my life. The way you’ve treated me has left me so numb to the pain, I’m surprised I still have blood running through my veins. Yet I wonder how you are. Care about you still, even after everything. 

And how does all of this look from the view of your girlfriend?

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luciferswetdream:

I wish it were actually possible to erase people from your life.

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Of course.

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