If you're reading this, you know who you are.
There was a time when I would have done anything for you, I loved you so much. I knew you had flaws, I'd seen them transpire first hand, but despite it all, I loved you. Even now as I type that, I wonder why. I even defended you to others, who saw you for who you were, but love blinded me. Never in a thousand years did I think you were capable of hurting me in such a selfish, intense manner, although based on what I know of your history,and who you are to your core, I shouldn't have been surprised. I thought that you loved me the same way I loved you. I was wrong. If you truly love someone, you are nearly incapable of hurting them, for you don't wish to see them in pain, much less be the one who caused it. Do I still love you? No. (and I had to look deep for the answer) I'm nearly convinced I never knew who you were at all. Nothing will change my mind on this. The person that I loved does not exist anymore, if SH...