I finally revealed your name.

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And it felt amazing. At first I couldn’t realize what I had just done but it was so relieving finally revealing, possibly, my biggest secret. A little more than one month ago, I was out drinking, having fun, I was texting you at the same time; I was sitting with a bunch of people; I stood up walked over to her and just whispered your name in her ear. She was pretty shocked, I know RIGHT. The next day, I decided to ask you to never text me again.

You’re quite popular; everyone thinks you’re the nicest, coolest guy. Everyone likes you; I did too, until you showed me your ugliest, shadiest side. I swear to God one day I’ll be brave enough to scream out your name and let the world know how wrong they all are. One day karma will come, find you and kick you out of your little fantasy world, full of dark secrets. Mark my fucking words.

I loved you, I fucking did, believe it or not. I was worried about your mental and physical health. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted to help you. I wanted to be by your side even as a friend, forever. We were soul mates. I still believe we are, with a major difference: I was, am and will always be honest about my feelings. You lied to me, you told me you loved me, you called me stuff, you promised you’ll be there. And then you decided to cut me off without ever giving me a valid explanation as to what the hell I’d done to you.

I strongly believe you’ve completely forgotten about me. I know you don’t give a shit and I don’t think you ever did to be honest. But it’s okay, you only made me stronger, you made me realize that if someone wants to be an asshole they’ll be no matter how good you are to them. I let you in, I let you see my wounds, I told you my deepest secrets, I confessed my biggest fears. I trusted you. I believed you. I adored your darkness, how twisted you were. I did. But you didn’t you just played with me until you got what you wanted and left.

The demon,
Athina, x.

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