Thank you!

I make a toast for your nonexistence. I have known it this whole time, but I realize it now truly. You were never with me. Never have. Ever. So, thank you for leaving. Thank you for doing what I couldn’t do just because I didn’t want to be seen as a quitter. But I appreciate you left me. To handle my life proparly, I needed you to disappear from my life once and for all. I hope I’ll get better each and every single day from now on. I won’t wish neither a good nor a bad thing to happen in your life. God or Karma or whatever you wanna call it will do what should be done for me. I’m not sure whether I wanna see how you’ll suffer or not. I think it’s not my business to be interested in anyone else’s pain. I guess I will mostly be dealing with my own. In general, I will try to move on, keep living, keep going, keep walking and staying alive mentally, physically and spiritually while you’ll face with your fake death everyday. By the way, at the very first day of our relationship (even before it had started) you told me that you could sadden me really bad. So, I’ll give you that. You kept your promise and ruined all what I felt and thought. Anyway. One last word; thanks again for leaving. I couldn’t do that by myself.