I am accepting the loss of our love.

I am accepting the fact that you made love to another.

Liar.

Little frozen, broken, asshole, liar.

I am accepting the loss of your love.
I was never loved by you to begin with.

Cheater.

Hidden, shamed, broken, lover.

I am accepting the death of who we were.
You became malicious towards the end.

Did you know that he lied?
Do you know what he did?
Can you guess?
Did you know he broke my heart and called me things like "incompetent" and "not smart?"
Did you know that for three years, he sat there lying?
Did you know that he cheated during the summer and had sex with her in the flesh?
Do you know what he said to me? "I would never."
Did you know that he yelled at me and said it was all my fault?
Do you also know that he lied to others saying that he was "Very sick."
He told them he was dying.
But did you know that he was perfectly fine?

For three long years, we stayed together.
Me trying to resolve things.
Me trying to fix things.

He said I complained too much.
I only complained because he wasn't doing enough.
He stopped trying.
Stopped loving.
Wouldn't make love to me.
Never made love.

15.
Fifteen.
5-teen.
15 minutes.

Sex.
Ejaculation.
Getting dressed.

"We made love. I spoke to you."
"We made love. I stared at you."
We apparently.
Made love.

I built love.
I built towers.
I painted.
I painted many a thing.
I painted five paintings upon which he nailed to his walls.

White bedroom.
White bedroom walls.
White bedroom, dank room, gloomy man, sad man, loser.

White bedroom for a grey person who is a cheater and a liar.

White bedroom with color. Colour.
Paintings.
Paintings made with blood, sweat, and tears.
Love.

Did you know that he broke my heart?

Did you know he never called me beautiful?
He made pegs at my weight.
Asked me when I would next exercise.
"When do you think you'll start doing yoga again?"

He left me. Told me it was my fault.
"All our fights are your fault."
My fault.
Who's fault?
Your fault.
HIS FAULT.
Our faults.
The Failing of our love.

He bowed his head.
Five minutes before I arrived.
Five minutes before I arrived to get the camera I bought him.
He texted me, "Can you come early Thursday or Friday? I don't want to make a scene in front of my parents."
I scoffed.
I laughed.
I was angry.
So I continued walking. I rang the bell and told his parents about how he broke up with me.
I told his parents that he scolded me for talking to someone that he hated.
Someone who had asked me if he was okay.
He gave me my paintings. He gave me my camera.
He bowed his head. Couldn't look me in the eyes.

$500 camera. Film major. Movie.
He never credited me.
$500 camera.
$200 Software.
Inifinite amount of love.

Did you know that he credited his ex-lover?

She apparently cheated on him after they had been engaged for a year.
"I would never cheat on you," he told me.

He had sex with the summer lover. RAW.
He had sex with his summer lover.
He had sex with his summer lover.
I spent my birthday at the doctors.
22.
22-years-old,
The doctor told me to tell my partner.

I made a sim that looked like him.
I made him starve to death.

I wrote a letter today. Reliving all my past memories.

Did he ever tell you the truth about what happened between us?
Or did he lie again?

A rolling stone grows no moss.

Did he ever tell you what happened between us?
Why he left?
Why he lied?
He probably won't tell you about what he gave me either.

Three years.
Three years of love.
Three years of love lost.
1.
2.
3.
Three years, four months, and ten days.

The rest of my life regained.