The bitter taste of betrayal gives my taste buds such a jolt. My anxiety starts to kick in but I take a couple deep breaths and repeat, “let it go, let it be.” I’ll never get it, never understand. You claimed to love me but how can those same lips that professed deep feelings turn around and mock my broken heart? Or even worse, try to embarrass me by sharing something with the world that was done in the privacy of our relationship.

It was to my understanding that no matter if it’s a love lost or not, you wouldn’t want others to see what you once cherished and made “love” to on numerous occasions. Obviously I’m wrong because on his end, the love wasn’t genuine. It couldn’t be. You can’t feel deeply for someone and then go out of your way time after time to try to emotionally break them down. Especially when I did nothing to deserve his actions.

I should have been smarter about my decisions and realized that even though I was helplessly in love, things do unexpectedly come to an end. I just wish I knew why I didn’t deserve even a heads up or an explanation. You told me you don’t want me and to leave you alone and I’ve been doing just that. So why won’t you let me live? Please just let me be.

Maybe that’s his motivation, knowing how much it hurts me…