You said you loved me. And for the longest time, I believed you. Looking back, maybe that was my biggest mistake. Believing in a love that never really existed. Believing in a person that never really existed. Because to me, no matter how much you showed me that you didn't love me, I still gave you all of me. Maybe I did it because I hoped one day you'd change. Maybe one day you'd wake up and realize just how much you were mistreating me. But that day never came.

They say when someone loves you, they want to show you off to the world, introduce you as theirs. But you never did. You never gave me anything. Presents, flowers, cards. Nothing. But really, that's not even what I wanted. I could've cared less about the material things. I just wanted you to show me that I really did mean something to you. But it never happened.

I still remember the day you left. It was like any other day. But suddenly, that day...you had woken up and decided that you didn't love me anymore. It shattered me even more to know that you moved so quickly. Mostly because you gave her all the love had denied me of. In retrospect, I'm glad you left though. I'm happy now. I'm with someone that loves me, respects me. Someone that actually has room for me in their life.

Regardless of everything, I wish the best for you. Not because I've forgotten what you did. But because maybe one day, when someone truly breaks your heart...you'll understand the burden I carried for so long.

Sincerely,

The One You Left