Today is one year since I was with my ex. One year since we made love.
I barely remember our parting at the airport and I hate myself for that, except that it wasn’t as emotional as our previous goodbyes. I remember thinking I wouldn’t be back after the fighting we’d done.
She did more for me than anyone. She loved me so much. I hate myself for falling out of love with her. I hate myself for not being strong enough to deal with her problems and I hate myself for having feelings for someone else while I was hers.
You’ll never read this, but I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re doing better than me. I’m so sorry for hurting you.