My head is pounding, your words, lies, pulling the oxygen right out of my body. Your final betrayal. Your promise to tell me if you met someone new. But you didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me at all.

I was with you when you had nothing. I was with you all along. I helped you get your life together, I stuck by your side while you picked up the pieces. I never asked for anything but your heart, I gave you everything you needed, everything you wanted, to succeed, the only thing I regret is that I begged for you in the end. But what could I do? I invested my all into you, and you were like a collapsed stock market. You just let it all go.

Once your life was together, you were finished with me. You didn’t want to share your success. You wanted something new. You thought you could do better. You think you’re doing better.

I may be the only one who knows you’re not. Because I’ve always known you a bit more than I know anything or anyone, else.

I know you well enough to know your selfishness will backfire. We will all be revealed for who and what we are. And that means that I am not the one who will be alone. Maybe 6 months from now, maybe 6 years from now, the benefits of me having once been in your life will remain. The benefits of leaving me out of your life will be erased. I will be happy. But I can't speak for you.