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Don't Take It To Heart in Lost Love Letters

  • Aug. 7, 2024, 3:59 p.m.
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Don’t take it to heart when I say I don’t love you anymore. The statement “I don’t love you anymore” doesn’t mean I didn’t love you then. It only means that the love I once had for you faded away. Our forever’s come and gone just like how our memories of laughter is now but a haze. I thought we’d stand the test of time, but time has shown me I was blind. Blind of the red flags that you waved in my face. I brushed off warning signs as just a one-time thing yet it continued for years and I just let it happen.

Don’t take it to heart when I say I don’t want to see you anymore. For the reason that my heart breaks apart whenever I see even just the tip of your fingers. Or is it for the reason that my anger builds up whenever I see your face and remember all those times you looked at me with disgust and resentment?

Don’t take it to heart when I say I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. For my ears start to bleed whenever you call out my name. I remember those times when you said those three words as empty as space and as hollow as the soul of an echo. Like it was only said out of habit. and I remember those times when you called me names and how it pierced through my soul even after days and months of hearing it.

Don’t take it to heart when I say I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry for what I did the last time we saw each other. I’m not sorry for giving you a taste of your own medicine. You were lucky it was only for five minutes because I had to endure a lot of that for years.

Don’t take it to heart when I say I’m glad we’re over. I’m glad that I’m no longer trapped in that hellhole that you sugar-coated with rainbows and sunshine. And I’m glad to say that I’m never going back to that life; if it was even considered life.

So don’t take it to heart when I say I don’t love you anymore. For the love I once had for you, I now pour on myself. I now look at myself with kind eyes, speak to myself with soft voice, and drown myself with compliments instead of vodka and whiskey. I now have nothing to lose because I found myself I thought I’d lost on you.


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