that the six years we spent together was so unimportant to you that you had to start looking for the real MISS RIGHT so soon after we split up and while we're still living together, like I don't matter, it's nice to know you loved me so much that when we split you immediately came into the bedroom, locked yourself in and started hunting for someone new because i'm old hat. I still love you, and it sucks that you want to just throw it away, no trying, I never once considered leaving you until you did what you did. NOT ONE TIME did my life do anything but revolve around you. But someone who loves you so much just isn't important enough to stick with, try to fix the relationship? I guess I misjudged you for six years. I'm trying everything to help you with this, but at least pretend to be a little sad. It doesn't matter, apparently I'm not good enough for your love. Have fun flirting your life away while I actually mourn the relationship. Because now there's a new sting in my heart with the first, the one where you just tossed me aside. You made me have to leave, you could have watched your step, you could have been more considerate, you could have ACTUALLY loved me. You have lost the only woman so devoted to you it could seem deranged and sweet at the same time. You have lost the woman who, to look good, FOR YOU went broke to buy date clothes, different ones most times. You have lost the woman who loved you so much she put herself through hell to stick by you, and still, even though you are apparently fully done with me, loves you so much that it's immensely painful. I'm glad to know I meant so little.