It is beyond fucked up what you did to me. I used to think it was normal, that that's what love is. That love is something that means you bend over backwards for someone, put them before you no matter what the price was. But here's the thing. The price was too high. The price was losing myself. It was letting you consume me with toxic thoughts and lethal tendencies until I wasn't me anymore. I was the person you created. Your little run around. Your punching bag. Your person to blame. Your person to scream at when you had a bad day. Your person that you used the excuse of 'love' to get to do anything for you. Your. Your. Your. Your. I'm not that person anymore. I should hate you, but if you taught me anything it's that gratefulness and acceptance has to exist. I hope the me you created in your mind doesn't live on. She doesn't deserve anymore pain. All she ever wanted was to be enough - enough for you. I guess sometimes love stories do have happy endings. This one just isn't with you and this girl is enough for herself. I survived a personal hell you forced me in and yet here I am. My name doesn't belong to you anymore, I do not belong to you anymore.