I’m hurting, okay. A little part of me is still breaking. I say I’m over it, but I’m not. Give me some space, ’cause I, at least, deserve that.
I don’t know what to say to you anymore. My mind’s clouded with hurt, and I’m afraid whatever comes out of my mouth would be an inaccurate expression of how I feel. I don’t want to deal with you. I need time to pull myself together, and I can’t do that with you constantly trying to stay in my life.
You had your chance. I’ve granted you that chance but you blew it, and it’s over. So let me go, just as I’ve let you go.
No. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to be the person who needs you again. No, I’m not going back there, ever. I need to be free, be rid of you, and learn to love myself the way I loved you — maybe more than I loved you.
I, at least, deserve that.