Dear ex,
To the fantasy I created and called “you,” let’s get this straight. I never fell for you. I fell for the version I made up in my head, the one who didn’t cheat, didn’t lie, and didn’t waste my time. But spoiler alert, he never existed. I built you with loyalty, added some faithfulness, and gave you respect you never earned. You repaid me by cheating, lying, and playing games like you were auditioning for a clown show. I loved you like you were rare, but you were just a walking red flag disguised as a lesson. And now you wanna come back with “I still love you”? Boy, please. The version I loved lived only in my head and you’re not even close. I’m done pouring into people who sip from everybody else’s cup. So take your guilt, your fake promises, and your phone password, and keep walking. I’m not bitter. I’m better. And I don’t look back.
-07