Dear Lucifer,

It's been 3 weeks since I last texted you. It was a night filled with alcohol, and being extremely disappointed. I found out you were texting other people, the same things you were texting me. And it really stung, I at least thought I was your only toy. Was I wrong.

And I can't say I regret telling you goodbye, because I don't. But I do miss you. No, let me rephrase that. I miss the thrill of you. I miss the dirty things you'd send me, sending chills down my spine. I miss the thought of you. I miss the person I was when you were texting me.

You know what I don't miss though? Feeling like shit. I don't miss being treated the way you treated me. Like I'm garbage. I don't miss being sad because you left me on read. I don't miss being mad at you because you dodged my question once again.

I'm not saying the past 3 weeks weren't horrible, because they were. But I uncovered lie after lie you fed me. And that gave me strength to follow trough on my decision. Because I made the right one.

Hope you're doing well.
Love,
Laure

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