You are someone I'd like to forget. You are someone I am afraid to miss. Every freaking minute you are here-- in my mind-- who allowed you to be?
You are someone who took away my words. And my confidence. What did you give me by the way? You gave me what? Oh, feelings!

You granted me with feelings I never knew existed. These also include self-loathing and jealousy and madness. Yearning, the need to be good, to give the best (unoriginal, sadly, because I know my imperfections too well) version. Also of love. Of missing at nights and thinking during days and writing pages after pages without sharing with another soul. You taught me the art of being lonely.

I won't thank you for that. And I think people are stupid who say thank you for breaking me, I learnt from it. Or thank you for leaving me it gave me space. Hell, no! *******.