Your actions made me feel like I wasn't special to you.
You claimed...
I was important to you. Did you show it?
I was a good friend. But obviously not enough for you.
You loved me unconditionally, but I was too much to take.
I was unique and different, but I was too combative because of the way I think.
I was such a role model, but truly too honest for you. What with all the speaking out so much.
It's good that I'm honest. But I just wasn't sensitive enough to others.
But I was just being me.
And you didn't know how to take me.
Then I doubted myself because of you.
I shouldn't have.
Our connection ceased to exist because of selfishness. Your selfishness, and your ego.
A war of two individuals whose permanent solution ended up in no victory for either side. And you gave up while I was actually still fighting for us.
Then I let you go.... willingly.
Self-preservation was required.
I realized that all you would do is continue to injure me.
Just know...
I am important.
I have value.
I am special.
You will never fuck me over again.
