You don’t get to tell me you love me. You just don’t. I have absolutely no room in my life for you to love me. You have no right to demand anything from me. 

And here’s why. 

Five years ago I would have dropped everything I was doing and followed you anywhere. And you took advantage of that. 

You came in and out of my life like it was nothing, and every single time you expected me to just be there, waiting for you. 

And what’s so sickening, is that I always was. 

But I’m not anymore. 

I no longer use your affection for me to determine my self worth. 

I no longer care that “you’re broken” or that “we’re soul mates” or that “you love me”. 

Because even if you were, or we were, or you did, 

It just doesn’t matter to me anymore.