I loved you. Perhaps I still do. Loving you took over my whole body; I felt as though I was made to love you. Maybe that is why I held on so long, because I felt my only purpose in life was to love you and, without that, living would be pointless. But I kept loving you, even after you left me. Even after you dragged me through mud and destroyed me, I still loved you and yet I felt worthless. So, I learnt that I was not made to love you. I was made to be loved.
I hope one day you’ll see how happy I am. I pray that you’ll feel the life being drained from your heart upon realising I am content, just as I felt when I realised you had found your happiness. I hope it kills you to look at me like that, because it seems all you ever want is to see me broken.
But I’m not there yet and you don’t deserve the happiness you feel. Where is my happiness? I gave you my entire world and battled to keep us going, longer and harder than you ever did. I clung on so tight even when everyone around me was saying, “Let go!”, because that’s what you wanted me to do, to boost your ego, to improve your social standing. But you, you gave up as soon as distance came in and someone else came along. I pray you don’t hurt anyone else the way you hurt me, but in the game of Cheat, the rules never change.