I secretly hope you realized how much I really no longer want anything to do with you and feel as worthless and as hopeless as you’ve made me feel for years. I no longer crave your attention. I no longer wish for your love. I no longer want your terrible excuse for “friendship”.

I can actually stand on my own two feet and easily say with a strong, clear voice that I am over every molecule of your body. I want nothing to do with any piece of you and I feel great. It feels good to finally be free of the hold you had on me. 

One day you will realize that I would have loved you whole-heartedly. One day you’ll realize you really fucked up. One day you’ll regret everything you did to me. And that day will be too late.