Now that he occupies minimal space in her mind she opened her laptop to shoot one last mail with her bittersweet emotions running high.
Hey,
I know you must be doing great. And how I am had never been your concern.
It has always been you who spoke and whenever it was my turn to express I was only met with the silent treatment.
So, I thought of writing about things that were kept unsaid for a long time.
I know you continue to accuse me of snapping our connection, but how can you not acknowledge the fact that with your utter indifference and rude behaviour you were trying to fade away what we had anyways. But, it’s all okay now. A scab has formed on the deep wound that you had caused, and I have healed from the self-inflicted excruciating pain.
While I was trying to outgrow you, I learned self-preservation that made me stronger than I ever was.
I won’t say thank you for being a catalyst in my redemption nor will I say sorry for drunk calling and texting you because enough ‘sorry and thank you’ were said when we were together.
It is cringe-worthy to think how you never apologised for smashing my heart nor thanked me for being there for you when you needed me.
You may carry yourself like a Greek god, but you are nothing short of Satan.
Just because you don’t give a rat’s ass for anyone’s feelings and emotions doesn’t make you cool. It makes you morbid.
You may look all suave and polished from outside but what would you do about all the filth stored inside you that makes you act in an obnoxious manner.
I have taken my power back from you. I’ll only observe your actions from a distance not absorb. It’s impossible to turn back time to alter the beginning but I am calling you out to change the ending.
This mail seemed seductive but was poisonous from inside… just like him.
“He’s not worth it,” whispered her inner voice and she hit delete.