I'm here still picking myself up, while you're already telling your new girl how much you love her
Two months — that's all it took you to replace me.
I loved you for a year. I gave you everything. I loved you in the best way I knew how, loved you despite knowing you didn't feel the same. I changed every behavior of mine that harmed our relationship. I made sure that you felt cared for and loved.
This is my birth month, I was, at least, expecting you to reach out on my birthday and take accountability for what you did. But no, instead I learned that you already have someone new, already going out on dates in less than 2 months since we broke apart. I'm so angry at you for being disrespectful up until now.
I can't fathom how you had set aside the year we shared together so easily. Seeing how you moved on so quickly makes me question whether what we had meant as much to you as it did to me. I'm wondering if you ever felt sorry for what you did, or if you feel sorry for your new girl who probably doesn't know yet what kind of person you are.
I know that the answer to my questions won't heal me. So I'm just left to succumb to grief and despair.
I hope this is the last time I hear about you. May we never cross paths again.