I wonder if you ever go to sleep thinking of the mess you caused, if you can manage to sleep in the first place. You went around declaring war and setting fires within my mind and participating in duels with my heart, leaving me hanging by a single thread as I have slowly started to lose faith.

I can live with scars and an aching heart, but how can you live with yourself? Does the guilt tear you apart? You knew what you were doing and I want to know why. Why did you go through the time and effort if you were just going to release me back into the ocean immediately after catching me? Did it bring you joy to sit back and watch as you strung me along, waiting for the perfect moment to tell me it was all a sham?

You used me at your expense to get the more valuable diamond, one carat wasn't enough for you; you craved more. Why couldn't I have been enough for you? You are still my biggest regret as I remember that day you approached me, and right after that moment it was as if the race was over before it had even begun. I was already yours, but you would never be mine. I never figured out your intentions until it was too late. I told you I didn't trust easily, yet you managed to get me to trust you. I regret that now, falling so easily. I will forever hate myself for falling for someone that will never have intentions of reciprocating that feeling.

So do you lay awake at night, knowing the pain you caused, knowing you damaged something already cracked? Well now it's broken. They say to handle a vase with care, but you didn't care that it was already cracked. You threw it against a wall and watched as it fell before you. So tell me, how do you sleep at night?

C.V.