hate or understand

idk wether to hate your guts or to understand where your coming from. i mean i understand where your coming from, i just dont get why. i dont get how u say were perfect for each other. how you say your in love with me. how u say you care so much about me. but then not want to be with me. i mean i understand im far away. i understand i cant BE THERE with you. but distance shoudnt matter. if your truly love a person, youll find a way to make it work. i really thought you were the one. you made me feel so complete. you were my everything. now i just hate what you did to me. i hate how i feel so empty now. i hate that your with a fucking idiot. i hate that your not mine anymore. i just miss you. i miss everything. but hey, if it wasnt meant to be then so be it. but i really did think you were the one. i really loved you, more than anything. i would have married you. now i cant stop hating you. i cant stop thinking about how bad you broke my heart. how devestated youve made me. but its alright. maybe one day ill forgive you. i just hope your happy now. i hope you made the right decision. now because of you, im scared to let someone close to me. now im scared to be in another relationship. i can honestly say that i have had my heart broken. i dont feel like i can ever look at you the same anymore. i dont think i can look at you period. right now, theres just too much hate. i hate how shit is. we were best friends, we were a couple, we were happy but last but certainly not least, we were in love. you were one of the 2 people i felt i could tell anything to and not be judge. you werent just my girlfriend, but you were my best friend. you will never understand. as much as i want to forgive you, i just feel like i cant. i feel like you did me dirty. but whatever. do your thing. like i said, i hope your happy now. cause im dying inside. we’ve been through so much. we made it through harder times. and for what now? nothing. it was all a waste. sometimes i wish i never met you. would have made my life easier. but its cool. fuck it. thats my mentality now. i dont care about shit. when i come home in febuary or march, dont you dare see me. dont even dare talking to me. fuck that. have a great fucking life. goodbye