it took a year but...
that bitch finally admitted it. She finally admitted that she never loved me. Part of me can let it go now. Now that I have the truth from the devil’s mouth. I’ve hated her for so long. She finally said that she never loved me. And I know now for a fact that she was lying all those times. I can replay them back in my head a thousand times, all those precious moments we shared, all those times she looked at me in the eye, so convincingly that little jezebel, and know now that she never loved me.
I’m relieved that my gut instinct was right all along. I can sleep easy now that I know my senses weren’t lying. I told her all along that she didn’t really love me. I knew that I cared more for her more than she did for me. And yet, she argued with me time and time again… insisting that she loved me. It was all lies.
In part, I can’t blame her. She didn’t understand at the time. But now she understands now, sort of, now she understands that she didn’t feel love. She knows that she lied to me… and yet, feels no remorse for what she did to me. She’s too wrapped up in her own thoughts to hear me.
It doesn’t matter.
It is finished.
I’m relieved that my gut instinct was right all along. I can sleep easy now that I know my senses weren’t lying. I told her all along that she didn’t really love me. I knew that I cared more for her more than she did for me. And yet, she argued with me time and time again… insisting that she loved me. It was all lies.
In part, I can’t blame her. She didn’t understand at the time. But now she understands now, sort of, now she understands that she didn’t feel love. She knows that she lied to me… and yet, feels no remorse for what she did to me. She’s too wrapped up in her own thoughts to hear me.
It doesn’t matter.
It is finished.