As much as I try to move on, the closer the distance becomes to being physical, the harder it hits, the more it hurts.

    I was ready and willing to be everything for you. I changed everything I was, accepted all the shit that needed to be changed, based only on your word. What good did it do? None. I’m worse now than I was when you left.

    All the disgusting things that I hated couples doing, I did with you. The public displays, the matching outfits, the romantic dinners. I did it all for you. I tried to be a better man for you. What did I get in return? A shattered and confused psyche and a void that has no evident sign of filling.

    It’s difficult trying to rebuild now. I gave everything I could give, down to the last ounce of defiance, and you tore me apart. I hope you’re content with what you’ve done. I hope you sleep at night with a clean conscience.

    I sure as shit can’t