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Things started great. But things turned rather sour when after swearing that no one can get between us, you let them. After I've proven my truth, over their lies, you still didn't believe me, and shut me totally out. You had things come up, and I wanted to show you support, and have your back, but you told me I wasn't allowed. You ignored me, and when you did talk to me, it was almost nothing. You then wanted to work things out, but yet, were still ashamed to acknowledge the fact that we were even in a relationship or even me for that matter. After the constant neglect, and also making me out to be something I'm not, and tossing things in my face, I decided that I couldn't take it anymore. Upon making that decision, you realized, that my support, and presence was wanted, and so much, that you even begged me to stay. Then you tossed in my face that I made the decision, and even now, you choose to continue to throw things in my face, use me as a scapegoat, and push me away, yet not only stating that no one would be in love with me as you would. So, tell me, do you always tell people that you're "in love with" that they make you as sick as the people that do such horrible things to good people? Do you always ignore, push away, and mind fuck the one you're "in love with"? Do you always shove things in the face of the one you're "in love with"? Do you always look down on the one you're "in love with" for fighting to keep the relationship strong? Protecting what's sacred of the relationship? If so, then maybe you need to re-think the whole 'love' thing. You obviously don't know how to do it. It was only when you pushed me completely over the edge of my own misery, for you to realize that you needed me there, you wanted me there, and wanted my support, begging me to come back. Then even after that, I continued to tell you that you indeed had my support.... you shoved me away, threw shit in my face, and used me as your scapegoat, and yes, like stated before, which hurt like no other, told me I make you as sick as the worst people on this planet, and you had already shoved me away. One day. One day you will really realize what you could've had. Because even after you think you could do better, it's I that could do better. I have a heart, that even after its gone through as much as it has, and even went through an emergency surgery, you've still managed to shatter it. Hope you're fucking happy. I hope you feel better about yourself, because unlike others, I have a heart. And those who know me, know I wear it on my sleeve, with pride, and dignity. I'll be damned if someone is gonna play with it like a toy, then compare me to such scum, then expect sympathy and pity. Think.... HARD. Maybe if you think you realized what you lost sank in before, this REALLY better fucking sink in, even deeper.
