We were near 100% perfect for each other in the beginning. You taught me what real love is, and made a better person out of me. I should have ended it when you said you didn't love me anymore. We were both naive, needy, lonely, and dragged it out until the very end. Two very long years. Unfollowing and unfriending and deleting everything about you has been one of the best moves in my life. I thank you for doing it first. My head is out of your ass as of this new year and I'm glad.
At the same time, I'm not infatuated with you so much I can't see your flaws anymore. You're a ball of anxiety, indecision, and you fucking suck at anything sexual. Making out with you was a blast, but it got old after 6 months, and handies and your shitty blowjobs don't cut it. At least I mastered eating out (as if it was hard). I don't know how you were able to suddenly stop liking people so easily randomly, but damn did it bite you in the ass because you have zero fucking tact. Your anxiety was manageable but only got worse during college, into levels of stupidity sometimes. Had I been doing drugs during our relationship I would have fed you a god damn benzo because you're the definition of anxious.
I also don't give a shit anymore, it wasn't sexual assault. You told me to not touch your titties, and I didn't, I pulled up your shirt with my teeth to kiss your hips and you freaked the fuck out and started crying. You were somehow already on the edge, it wasn't me that caused your behavior. I regret how I handled the situation because all I did was apologize, not actually get to the root cause of what the fuck was wrong. That single handedly ruined months of my life, I felt like fucking scum and believed it; I wanted to fucking kill myself for weeks. Fuck you, and good fucking riddance.
That felt good to write. Feels good to be done.