when i think of you, i think in pain; i wish it for you and upon you and into you: physical and mental and emotional. i wish for you to lose the things you love; that they might leave you and desert you and let you down, as you have me. i wish your skank girlfriend dumps you, i wish your family disowns you, i wish your dog dies.
i wonder at how easily i stopped loving you, and at how hard it was to stop missing you. why is this? it means i needed you around for my sake, and not for yours. just as you wanted me around for your sake, and not for mine. i would have said we were well matched, except that i am the one who has come out of this alone and wondering at the lack of wonderful people, while you found someone to share your house and your bed in less than a month. if i were not too busy feeling stupid, i would feel betrayed.
i regret. i do not like that feeling; it is the worst feeling there is - it means i wasted time i could not have afforded to waste. i wasted time thinking about you, and writing about you, and writing to you, and travelling on buses to you. i wasted time, and effort, and energy, and love on someone who didn't deserve it, and that makes me feel used, and naive, and shamed.
i hate you. i hate you and how easily you moved on to call another woman "darling". i hate you and how easily you brushed off all the cruel things you said to me when you no longer wanted to be with me. i hate you and the fact that you made me love you, and i fell for everything you said and did.
i hate you because you played me, and i didn't see it coming.
i hate you because you proved i know no better.
i suppose i should thank you for the lesson, but until i find a man who is truly worthy of me, who passes all the tests i now know i should put him through, i think hate is the only emotion i will be feeling.
