Unsent Messages

I don’t know if I consider you my “first” love, or if I’ve even had one, but you hurt me the most. I’ve grown from what you’ve done, but you still left some thoughts. You manipulated me, played me, made me look like a fool, and confused me. You never thought of it as a big deal, and you will never know how much you affected me. I was growing and you made me feel stupid. You’re older than me; you told me I was a child. You told me I would understand when I’m older. You were right. I would come to understand how much time and effort I wasted on you. You wanted my body, not me. You wanted nudes. You never wanted to hear my story, but I would beg to actually know you. The depths of you: good and bad. You did not and do not deserve me. You still have to audacity to try to get nudes from me when one of your relationships fail, though. You hate for a woman to have her own voice, yet you claim you want an independent woman. You want a girl who you can control.It was never me, and that’s why we never worked out. I hope to see you prosper and learn one day. I hope you find a stable relationship, and treat a real woman right. I hope all of your attempts to manipulate people make you realize something. There’s no love in that.