I'm never going to see you again. We're coming up on nearly a month. My therapist says contacting you would be closer to repeating my patterns.

I ... just wish you could have fucking been there for me when I needed someone. On a human level. All of this was supposed to be with you. But no, you couldn't do that.

You're not the one that got away, you were never there at all.

Thank you for this. The pain of realizing you didn't see nor care about me, not truly, really messes with someone. You're the ache I've been fighting this entire time. I hate you. I hate everything about you. And even still, you felt right. Like if I could capture the lightning in the bottle, I'd have you at the end of my work days.

But no, that'll never come to pass. You're too blinded by your own trauma and mistakes. I hate you, I loved you, this is over. This process is ending. I'm never going to see or hear from you again, and you from me.