letter to a stranger.

Are you my ex? Technically.

Truly, we weren't a legit couple.

What I'm thinking right now? Wishing I have never met you at all.

Wait, I never met you.

Who are you?

When you're with me, when you're with your friends, when you're with complicated people.

See? I never met you at all.

I never saw who you really are.

Oh, you said that you wanted me to trust you, feel safe around you and let me see what you're really like?

You totally failed.

At first, you lied when I first confronted you, after I heard you used drugs and also sold them.

You think it was funny to give me one hell of a scare? I told you to quit whatever idea you had in your mind, you basically dragged me back to the front door and insisted on talking to my parents.

"You know I don't use drugs."

This is what I thought, liar.

You're disgusting.

I guess you never felt a damn thing.

No.

It wasn't me.

You wasn't happy for being with me.

You were faking.

Where's your heart?

Where's your feelings?

There's nothing but a stone inside you? There's nothing in your core?

Do you really need to get high?

Do you really need it?

In order to feel something once in your life?

Do you need it to feel love and be loved?

Why you never had this happiness you claimed I gave you?

Why?

Why I was the "only" one?

The one who introduced you firstly to my mom as a friend, then to my father, then we finally told them we were hanging out and making out in secret.

And no one ever introduced you to family and friends?

I wonder why.

Now it doesn't matter.

I'm done.

I had enough.

I can't... I cant pretend nothing happened, I can't pretend that I'm not hearing things from your family, nasty things.

You don't want help to battle your addiction.

You don't want to change, get a better life.

You don't want.

Then, all I can do is leave you behind.

I have my own life to take care.

I have a future to build.

I have a heart to purify.

I have a mind to keep in place.

I have energies to cleanse and attract.