Dear maria,

I tried. I tried so hard to give you everything. I did give you everything. You were my world, but I wasn't yours. You said I was, and you lied through your teeth while looking me directly in the eyes. I didn't see it at first, it was blocked by the fact that you were my first love. Then after a year things started not matching up. I didn't want to believe it. I trusted you, why would I have a reason not to? Until I started thinking about it. Until I saw through the lies. Until you started becoming a poison rather than a blessing. Another year goes by and all you've done is tear me apart, build me back up and tear me apart again. The truth comes out, you cheated. But I forgave you in hopes of salvaging something out of someone I cared about. And then you did it again, and I couldn't do it anymore. I guess I manned up when I told you to Fuck off and said good bye. I thought my life was finally rid of your poison, But what was left was scars. Scars that carried over into my current relationship. Scars that have created boundaries over my actions and determine how I am. Im not the same because of you, I'm a cold motherfucker who learned how to lie from the best and feel no remorse. I hate you for taking away the side of me that cares more than I should. Because now I care less than I should. But I want you to know, even though you took that from me, my life is 100x better without you and I know damn well no other guy in your life cared as much as I did so good luck with that shitty excuse of a replacement who's going nowhere with his life. The only remnant I have now from that relationship is the satisfaction of knowing I was better than you and I really, really hope you know that every single day.