sometimes i think you not giving a shit about me during the break up made it worse. but it also makes it easier for me to see how terrible you are. i will always love you in many different ways. but i understand that what we had, wasn't it. i've learned a lot about myself since then. and i have began to separate your existence from mine, which i never intended nor wanted. but i can't see us together anymore. your existential being is not with me anymore. it never was.
but anyways, i hope you're doing well, issa. i hope you always do well. i wish you still cared about me, though.
i wish you gave some sort of a damn about me. but it doesn't matter now and it never will again.
see you in another life, mi amor.