Ours was a strange relationship, one which bordered frequently between bliss and torment. I thought everything I’ve learned in life was enough for me to know how to evade a pit when I see one. But I was dead wrong. I fell in one anyway only to find out that your formless character resided in it. Night and day, I pounded my head, trying so hard to understand how I could have allowed us to go on for so long.   

You had so little respect for me. You used me in every sense of the word. You gave me the most hateful gestures of kindness. You buried me in my own insecurities. You lowered my standards. You made me do things I would be ashamed of, things I’d rather forget. You made me into the person I feared I would become. Now I wake up every morning feeling a little bit haunted, fearful that your shadows would loom once more. I remember that I’ve found the sun and my heart is reassured.

Ours was a strange relationship, one which bordered frequently between bliss and torment. Being in it was like being lost in a labyrinth, but I triumphed because I didn’t give up on the single most important goal and that was to find the way out. I vow to make use of this saccharine freedom.