You know what?
You could ask me to get over you again and again, warn me that you would only end up hurting me, or do so intentionally to keep me away as many times as you want - but nothing hurts as much as you telling me I’m better off with someone else.
Don’t fuck with me.
Don’t you dare tell me, “He’s a great guy and you look good together.” Because I don’t ever want to hear those words from your mouth. Don’t force me onto somebody else that isn’t you, because anyone who isn’t you can’t make up for the space you’ve already occupied in my chest. It’s unfair to even try - both for that person and for me. How could you say such things with a wide grin on your face? You don’t have to get rid of me that way.
Don’t ask me to fall for someone else like it doesn’t matter. Like it doesn’t sting you at all to lose me without so much as a clenched fist. Doing so would prove I don’t matter, never mattered.
I want you to be selfish. I want you to say, “No, this girl loves me. She’s mine and only mine.” instead. Don’t say things like, “I’m happy for you.”
Don’t you fucking let me go this way.