It takes everything I have not to bawl at the hurt that washes over me.

There were so much emotions bottled up in me during our “meetings”.

I could never express how I felt about you because whenever I tried to my voice hung in the air.

I knew that asking you where your heart is would be impossible, because I got all the answers I needed from how you treated me the last time we met.

I really fought for your attention, lingering on bread crumbs that I had hoped would satisfy my hunger for your affection.

I realised that I was chasing smoke and mirrors, desperate to be loved by someone who does not even care about me!

It hurts, I won’t lie!

You now have plenty of jokes and stories to tell about me.

Surely you were always wondering what kind of a woman would give herself like that to someone who never loved her without pretence.

It’s now all funny to you, I’ll forever hate the parts of her that she revealed to him out of desperation for love.