Do you remember the day I convinced you that I thank you for being "you"?
I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. Always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you a huge part of my life, wasting time on you, depending on you, thinking about you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, changing for you. And most of all, for not hating you when I know that I should...
You know you're not in a relationship anymore when you don't remember when it was the last time you slept without terrifying nightmares, waking up in sweats, screaming and crying...