Now, after so long time I still hurt inside every time I have to talk to you. Seeing your name hurts.

After such long time, I still feel how my soul is crying. I can feel the scars bleeding again. Then I close my eyes and remember you, at your worst. You, the fake. You who lied. Then, I take a deep breath and delete the relapsing tentative. I see you in front of me and I delete you. You are now just a face on a social media or just a name on my e-mail list. That’s all you deserve to be.