End of a chapter

You meant a lot to me, but I’ve realized far too late that you are destructive to me. You hurt me, I hurt you. The difference is that this is the last time. I should not have said what I did, it wasn’t my place. But I am finished with this part of my life. With you. I only wish I had realized sooner the pain we were causing each other. Maybe in the future we will meet again, but for now all ties with you are gone.