I always wanted the best for both of us. Whether is was each other, or other people.
I made my share of mistakes and I thought breaking up with you would make things better. Yet it only made it worse.
I thought your love for me would be strong enough not to engage in other lasvicious acts with other people. And maybe after not speaking to each other for so long we would yearn to be back in each others’ arms again.
But I was wrong.
I only lost all control one evening because you ended up being the asshole I though you would never become. I wanted to be numb of all emotions because I had been engaging in immoral acts with you. I tolerated you disrespecting me for so long.
We were caught in a cycle, of love and hate. Every week you would put me on a level as low as the devil’s for no reason. You told me you would stop, but you said the worse thing to me on my birthday. Whore: a woman who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet.
… I don’t think a man would ever call a lady a whore. Especially one he admits to be truly in love with.