"If you're with her and you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruellest things you can do to a person, is make them feel like home when to you, they're only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can't give her your whole heart, then don't you dare hold it hostage."-Unknown

I gave you all of me. Even when I was at my absolute worst. I pushed my own feelings aside for you to make you happy. All of my morals about sex and meeting friends and family, I sacrificed for you and you didn't even care.

I wasted 6 full months on you for you to be a temporary person in my life. For you to tell me every single time I was ready to leave, or move on that you like me a lot and didn't want to leave my life. So I'd stay... just for you to pretty much leave again for two or more weeks.

I believed the lies you fed me. About how you cared and how you wanted to be in my life, because honestly you told a good damn story, but did you ever keep the promises? God no. That would mean you'd have to be honest about how you felt, and honest to yourself and that was just too damn hard for you.

You were someone that I tried so hard to rely on as a person, but you never showed that type of interest. You were hypnotizing. You'd show up, after oh I don't know 3 weeks maybe? Asking to see me. Knowing fully knowing I'd cave because you knew I cared for you deeply. You made me feel safe. I never had felt that feeling before and you made me feel safe.

Until you didn't.

I'll never be enough for you, because you're a wanderer. You don't want to settle and be, you want to travel. And while I want to travel, I hoped you'd be by my side through it all.

But you won't be.

The day I quit drinking, was the day you completely changed. At first you didn't even want to support me in my sobriety, because that meant I "wasn't fun" anymore. I still get chills when I re read that text.

When you'd reappear in my life, you'd be so sweet and kind, and I'd kinda just forget why I was angry. It's almost like you knew.

Anytime I'd want to talk to you about this weird thing we had, I'm guessing you sensed that I wanted to talk to you, so you'd almost hypnotize me, and I'd forget what I was going to say to you.

But so many times when I wanted to see you, or be around you, I was ignored. But when you wanted to see me, it was a different story.

While I know you didn't want a relationship, you could've treated me like a friend. Instead it was all for one thing. All the nice things you'd say to me. Every word and phrase that fell from your venomous mouth, it was all just for show.

Thanks for the act, but I'm no longer interested as being a dirty little secret.