To be fair, I should have seen it coming.

But that doesn’t make it any better.

You told me you cared about me.

And for what? Some petty revenge plot?

What did I ever do to you?

All I did was care.

You can’t blame me for making that mistake.

But I guess what they say is true.

History repeats itself.

And I guess it gets worse every time.

I guess it starts to hurt more and more.

And what gives you the right to hurt me?

I never tried to hurt you.

I never even dreamed of it.

How could someone do something so cruel?

So heartless?

To somebody who once cared about them?

But I guess that’s all you are. Cruel, heartless.

And I just keep telling myself that.

This only goes to show no matter how substandard I am,

You must be even worse.

I could never do this to someone,

But you obviously could.

And I think you need to ask yourself,

“Was it worth it?”

Someday, I’ll have forgotten all about you.

And I’ll have moved on.

I’ll have a family, a nice job in a quaint little town.

And I’ll never look back.

But you will.

Someday, your emptiness will catch up with you.

And you’ll look back,

Unable to move on.

You’ll wonder where I am, what I’m doing.

And when that day comes, you will ask yourself,

“Was it worth it?”