Fin

[cottonandice]

I'm going to say this one last time:

I don't want anything to do with you.

I don't want to be your friend.

I dislike you. Immensely.

I have no desire to try reconciling with you.

You live on the other side of the country and I like it that way.

I don't appreciate your e-mails where you claim you saw me in the street.

I don't appreciate your repeated attempts to rile me up and get me to respond.

Every e-mail I get that has your name on it - or the name of some freak you invented - goes straight to the trash.

I don't like you. I will never like you again.

You hurt me, and I couldn't care any less that you feel bad for it.

What you don't understand is your actions after I broke up with you are what hurt me most.

You behaved like a spiteful child. When I wouldn't coddle you, you lashed out.

Fuck you.

I would be over it if you would leave me alone. I am moving on from you. I have moved on from you.

I am a happier woman now than I ever have been in my entire life. I am happy without you.

Move on. The best thing you can do for yourself is to let it go and move on.

I can't be the glue that holds your pieces together.

I cannot ease your troubled mind and your aching conscience by befriending you when I don't want to.

Forgive yourself. It wasn't meant to be. You've changed and I have changed.

Move on. Move on without me.

I don't love you. I don't like you. I can live with that, and so can you.

Grow up and move on.