I saw him again. A week after he did what he did, a week after he broke my heart back into the tiniest little pieces he achieved once to put back together. But it didn't felt right. It tasted like salty flour, nothing you wish to get down your throat. I needed to feel like that to finally let go. I say finally, because it's been months he's been playing with me like a yoyo. I've never saw someone fuelling so much false hopes, in such a long period of time, to just spit over it. It's over. And it feels good. I wouldn't thought I would have said this last week. I loved him so much. But it's all gone now. And it feels great.
So much ahead, so much room to fill the voids, so much possibility, I'm way more strong than I thought I would be on that day. And it feels amazing.
He can go suck a few dicks, while I do the same and enjoying it way more than him.
I sometimes wish I had one - dick - to shove it down his throat, make his eyes pearl of tears, seeing him frown and be scared. I don't. But Karma does.
Fuck him. I regret everything. But it's all gone now. And it feels like the best reborn ever.
