I gave you every opportunity to escape. I gave you every out. But these mixed signals make everything stressful. You aren't worth the trouble I am putting myself through.
It's your turn to step up.
It's my turn to step out.
I hope you miss me more than I ever wanted you. I hope the ache you feel is everything I have thought this past week or so times two.
I hope it stops your heart to realize what you have more than likely lost.
Finally.
I am giving up on you.
Until later babe... later when it's just a little too late to get a girl like me.
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