I think I really did love him dearly, but fuck that. I loved the time we spent together but I don't care anymore. He destroyed our evenings, mornings, nights and days. I lost him, he made me loose him. He lost me.
He was wonderful though. And the way he effectively managed sometimes to made me feel was even better. But he does not know me anymore I am somebody else. He created her.
No more crying. I wash my mind clean and press away that strong something in my chest as I breathe.