It’s funny, really.
I stopped believing in it, after you.
Love, you know?
You took everything that I had and gave nothing back.
That was just, how you did it.
I spent eight long and lonely years all by myself.
You made me afraid to try again, to put myself out there.
Such a long time to spend by yourself.
But, you know a thing or two about loneliness, don’t you?
That’s the thing with your lifestyle.
You go around breaking hearts and taking names, hurting those that hurt you.
But you end up all alone in the end.
As for me?
You’re not the only pretty face around here.
And as luck would have it, not everyone is as shitty as you when it comes to love.
If you ever come back here, I hope you find this and discover that I am happy again.
And I never needed you for that.
I hope your solitude heals you.
But I think we both know that it wont.
See you around, lady.