Just another statistic.

"...Pushing you away before you walk away, hurts a lot less in the end." These words have passed through my lips, entered your ears, and appeared to have registered with your brain. I have been fooled. Either these words did not register, or you tricked me into opening up to you.

Dick.

You begged and pleaded, practically got down on your knees and cried at my feet. You were eager to gain the knowledge of the truth, of the feelings, the thoughts in my head; swore they would be sacred to you, that you wouldn't do a thing to hurt me.

I was reluctant. I hesitated. Thought you might be just like the others. Then something happened. I cannot describe it, because I'm not sure what the trigger was. But for whatever reason, I felt it comfortable enough to divulge such information to you.

And where did you go? I'm not sure. But your current location is not what's important. For it does not matter where you are, it matters where you're not.

...And that's here.

Thanks for helping me justify old habits which have protected me from people like you in the past. I will continue to do so, despite your efforts to try and change me forever.

Just another one to add to the list. Another statistic.
That's all you are to me now.

Be seeing ya.