I don't love you anymore.
Please.
Understand that.
I never wanted to hurt you.
I still don't.
But I don't want to come back, either.
I'm sorry.
I don't want you anymore.
Why can't you understand that?
Why won't you let me go?
Go.
Go.
Please...
Just go.
It's over.
You know it.
I know it.
So why are we still here?
Stop looking for me.
Stop texting to me.
Stop searching for reasons where there aren't any left.
Every time you come back...
I have to push you a little farther away.
And every time...
It hurts more.
Do you think I enjoy saying these things?
Do you think I like watching you look at me as if I'm becoming someone you no longer recognize?
I wish "it's over" were enough.
But it never is.
So I raise my voice.
So I walk away.
So I say the things I know you'll remember.
Not because I want to hurt you.
Because I need you to stop waiting for me.
I need you to hate me.
I need the day to come when you hear my name...
And feel nothing at all.
Sometimes I miss you.
I still love you.
But I don't want you anymore.
I think about you on warm nights.
A cigarette between my fingers.
Smoke catching in my throat.
And for a moment...
I want to call you.
Just for a moment.
Then I remember why I left.
And I put the phone away again.
Don't save me.
Don't wait for me.
Don't keep looking for the person I used to be.
She left, too.
Let me go.
Even if you love me.
Let me go.
Even if I still love you.
Let me go.
Because if you keep holding on...
I'll keep pushing you away.
And you'll keep believing that if you hold on just a little longer...
I'll change my mind.
I won't.
So do one last thing for me.
Hate me.
If that's what it takes to set yourself free.
And for the first time since we ended...
Let me go.