This time, I want the last word.
My body raged at the thought, the mere memory of you.
It did not matter that we had some good times together.
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All that mattered for awhile was how you left, and how you let me go.
Not only was it your leaving that hurt, but how I feltinadequateandunworthybecause of your rejection.
You told me that you could never love me because you were still in love with someone else.
That was a hard pill to swallow.
That burned me and my fragile ego.
That was over a year ago now.
And Ive moved on.
Ive met people who made me stop craving you.
Ive fallen in love again.
Ive met the love of my life, in fact.
And yet, I still remember the pain of last year.
I have had to be my own closure because the way you left was not exactly civil.
This time, I want the last word.
It did not make me any less worthy of love, it did not mean I was not enough.
It just meant that you were not the right one for me.
I forgive you despite all the hurt I went through.
And I cannot be mad at you for any of that.
Maybe youve already forgotten about me.
Maybe I was truly just a summer fling nothing more than a blip on your radar.
Maybe I never cross your mind anymore.
So, this is mygoodbye foreverletter to you.
If they are truly your person, they would not leave.
I want to be with someone who choses me every.
Not someone who only loves me when they are lonely.
