Your actions made me feel like I wasn’t special to you.

You claimed…
     I was important to you. Did you show it?
     I was a good friend. But not enough for you.
     You loved me unconditionally, but I was too much to take.
     I was unique and different, but I was too combative.
     I was such a role model, but indeed too honest for you.
     It’s good that I’m honest. But I just wasn’t sensitive to others.

I was just me.
And you didn’t know how to take me.

Then I doubted myself because of you.
I shouldn’t have.

Our connection ceased to exist because of your selfishness and your ego.

A war of two individuals with no victory for you or me.
You gave up while I was actually still fighting for us. 

Then I let you go…. willingly.
Self-preservation was required.
I realized that all you would do is continue to injure me.

Just know…

I am important. 
      I have value. 
           I am special.   
               And you will never fuck me over again.