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?”