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Heartbreak

I understand this is not for you, but for me.
You have not experienced this in a long time or maybe never, but I have.
Quick draw heartbreak.
I told you that I have problems attaching and this really didn't help at all.
I needed someone to lean on and you disappeared.
I supported you when you needed me to.
I am upset that I was right that I have seen this come a mile away, but I told myself there was no reason to worry, if I could believe you, but I couldn't.
I feld bad because I started questioning myself and went back and forth with myself, when I was right all along.
Your biggest mistake was not to tell me.
That you excluded me and thought that lying to me, when it really was obvious, would be in my best interest.
You kept me dangling.
Something I hoped you wouldn't.
I thought you were different, but I guess you aren't.
You made me feel special and the experience we shared made me believe it.
I wanted to better myself and I knew it would be tough for me not to go back.
What you have done is easy.
I am sorry, if this is making you uncomfortable, but I am really not.
This is for me.
I have been up front with you and I told you what I wanted, so you don't need to insult me now.
We are not going to be friends now.
I held myself back from telling you because I wanted to be sure, but I love you.
I am heartbroken now, but I will be fine.
I will not care for you from now on, good bye.

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