From six months to six years, did you think I would forget? You went from going to engage, to going through my social media pages like

I would give you another chance. Not only did you ghost me and blocked me, you went behind my back to friends instead of me. I get that your mom just passed away and that within itself changes everyone, but you still treated me like trash,. I don’t even know what hurt even worse, the fact that I was there for you or the fact that you never cared. Decency to keep my nights, for years I kept what you did to myself. My life was peaceful until you decided to show back up. No apology or excuse could excuse what you did and how I felt about it. I could have gone to your commander, or I could have treated you the same way but I didn’t. I moved on with my life. I found someone who won’t ghost me or block me when life got tough. I found someone who wouldn’t go behind my back but speak to my directly. I can never look at you the same ever again. You are six months older than me, and I still act older than my age. How strange is that? Aren’t the ones older than you, be responsible and act their age? When it’s the opposite, they are immature and never grew up. I was never mad at the fact you were grieving, I understand that. I lost six people in the last six years. Once you lose the ones close to you, you will never be the same, but how you treated me and the situation. It’s like I never even mattered. I was piece of paper that was crumbled up and thrown away. That’s the feeling I could never forget.