Dear… The Ex
You knew I was not an easy person to be with. You knew it from the beginning, didn’t you? I had my own fears. Fears that can’t be overcome easily. You knew them, very well. I warned you not to come close to me, I did.
You were a great person, you were, I won’t lie, I swear. But you knew I was not ready for what you were asking me for. I was always “live in the moment kind of person”. I had my own ways. I was scared of letting anyone come into my life. You did know about my bad past. But you did come up with those “Magical Three-Lettered Word”. You knew I was ignoring them and you knew the reason for it.
You did make me overcome those fears. You did make me strong. Again, I started to feel the real feelings, how my heart skipped a bit hearing those three lettered magical words that once scared me. I started to feel alive again. And you knew it very well, you did. We had a great time and even if we were not meant to be together, you know for a sheer moment, it felt like we were.
And then you did what you promised most not to. You left me wounded, again. You knew this was a reason I didn’t let anyone come close to me. You made me bleed with those words you said that were so harsh. Each of your words were like a pin on my bare and pale skin. You were repeating things and you knew very well how broke and dead it can make me inside. But you did them anyway.
It’s been half a year now, and still the wounds are raw. Wherever you are stay okay and I wish you a great life ahead. But I can promise one thing, she won’t love you the way I did. The ‘she’ you left me for. You were the ex, the ex for whom I will not have any more ex’s in my life.