Rhea
His words are like a hard slap to my face, stinging more than any physical hurt could ever.
They make me feel worthless and used, but on a deeper level, I can’t say I’m too surprised. If anything, perhaps I even feel a sense of relief to have heard all this.
All the while whatever this between us has spanned — I'm ashamed that we never even gave a name to it — I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, even expecting it to happen, and now that it finally has, I can only be thankful for not listening to him on all those times he continued to assure me that he loved me.
Painfully, it doesn’t do anything to make me feel any less stupid, as I'd fallen for whatever game it was that he was playing, obeying his every control and eating up everything he laid down for me.
I can’t hel
