“there are moments i still wonder if, because of you, he even cared at all. i’ve trudged through people to find answers, found myself in foreign corridors and in the beds of people i have used to raise my self-confidence, and what i’ve found is this: it feels good for a moment, but what you have to eventually realize is that all you were was a distraction. i’m sorry to be so harsh but i am so tired of girls like you trying to diminish my self-worth because you feel special that somebody would do me wrong just to sleep with you, when him sleeping with you had more to do with him than either of us. yes, there is such thing as enjoying sex with people you don’t love, but it doesn’t even compare to it. nothing compares to how it feels to hold somebody’s heart in your hands and you never had his heart. he never had yours either and i feel bad for you that you’ve never been able to experience the kind of love i have. just because your hands have been where mine have been doesn’t mean you touched him the same. just because he left me doesn’t mean we didn’t have a good thing at one point. if we were screaming in the woods looking for a savior, he would still rescue me first. just because you slept with him, doesn’t mean he would choose you in a heartbeat. i was everything and you were nothing but the reason he lost it.”
