I need to erase you from my life.
I didn’t initially fall for you when we first met, I stayed guarded, for I was hurt before. But then I thought, maybe, just maybe.
For once in my life I could get something I finally deserved.
I have been though the idiots, the liars, and the ones who just didn’t care.
I thought hey maybe you were different.
I took a chance, and look to where it has lead me.
It has led, to me, being hurt all over again.
Feeling used, and a huge joke.

It hurts to feel like you were ‘the other one’.
Why did you change your mind?
You just gave me the shit answer that “you couldn’t, it wasn’t the right time, its me not you”.
Well whenever you use that excuse, we always know, it really is us.
The hurt is deeper then you will ever know.
Why? Because I trusted you. You were hurt before. You knew how I felt.
But then I realized, from an answer one night that “shit happens”.

Then I knew.
This letter would never matter,
you would just see it as a joke.
Because, I know now, that you really don’t care.
And this, to you, will become a pathetic outpouring and overreacting to a week worth of events.

But did you ever think?
Maybe it was more then that week?
Maybe it grew, as our friendship did, into something grand.
Something I looked forward to every day.
And now something that I miss.

Now.
Just do me this one, last favor.
Please, don’t talk to me.
Don’t acknowledge that you know me.
Delete me.
And remove me from your memories.
Because at the time that you read this.
I would have done the same.

You have cut a deep wound.
Intentional or not.
So this is how I plan on stitching it up.
Removing scar tissue and closing the wound.
So I say goodbye to you,
And with time and hope, farewell to my pain.