He deleted me.
Why the hell do I still care? We sort of pretended to date for a while, and he broke my heart. And all for what? I was there for him through every crushing blow Depression threw at him. Tried to look past the Ambien texts. Trusted him with my personal details. Kissed him. Held him. Tried to love him. And all for what?
To be deleted.
Feel forgotten.
Have a small corner of my heart.
Cracked.
Does anyone have any sutures?
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