And then, she lifted her head, wiped away the running mascara and replied,
"You know, I actually thought you loved me. Boy was I a fool. You're really good at this, you know? Breaking hearts I mean. Moving on is another one of your strengths, isn't it?
I always laughed and pitied girls that stayed with guys that treated them like dirt. I'd always think, 'Whatever! I'd NEVER be like that!' but guess what? Thanks to you, that's what I am. Just someone I vowed I'd never end up being.
I loved you then, and I still love you now. Sad, isn't it? And you could care less. You knew about my past, and my fears, and everything in between, and you go and break my heart, and say that you still love me. Bull. You can not possibly love someone and do this to them. Put them through so much hurt. Who do you think you are? Stop your lies, boy, before you get yourself in something you can't get out of.
Honestly, I'd rather go back to being hurt physically then be hurt like this by you. So much for, 'I'd never hurt you, I love you.' How was I so damn blind?
But anyway, darling, I'd rather be hurt physically instead of emotionally like this. You want to know why? Because when you're hurt physically, you KNOW the pain is there, you can feel it stinging and throbbing... but emotionally, you're not sure what you have. Is it a paper cut? Maybe a skinned knee; Or perhaps, something more serious, like a broken arm? No. Emotionally, you're not sure how much the person has hurt you, you just know it hurts. Physical pain... you have scars, bruises. Those scars and bruises eventually get better or fade, and you KNOW when it's all better. But with emotional hurt, you're never really sure, are you? You could THINK you're okay, but you hear a song, or simply a distinctive smell, and it could hurt all over again. You never know when you're okay... I'LL never know when I'm okay... and it's all thanks to you. So thank you, for breaking my heart, and not letting me move on."
