I wonder, at times, if you still think of me with hatred. You did everything in your power to hurt me and Dirk, to satisfy your sick little obsession.

You couldn't give up, could you? Even when it became obvious that Dirk didn't want you anymore, you still used everything in your power to keep him around. When threats didn't work, you tried to sabotage my trust in him. When spreading rumours didn't work, you brought your lies directly to me, under the guise of wanting to "find out the truth." When hurting me didn't work, you made sure to ruin Dirk's reputation by branding him as abusive. The same Dirk who cries when he's yelled at.

Did you care or even realize how badly you ripped up my soul? Did it matter to you that I was afraid to answer my phone, for fear that you were calling to drop a little more poison in my ear? Did it matter that I used to sit up at night, all night long, and cry because I was scared you'd find a way of blackmailing Dirk into taking you back? Did you ever think of anyone but yourself? You managed to turn my world into a nightmare for a few months, all for a cause you knew was futile anyway.

It worked, you know. I will never completely trust Dirk. There will always be a part of me that doesn't take his promises at face value. There will always be a part of me expecting him to do all those things you claimed he did. In short, you turned me into a far milder version of you. You fucking won. I hope you're proud.

And I certainly think of you. Every time I pass your house (there's no choice, it's on the way to the main road), I feel my chest tighten up. Every time a purple Accent passes, I find myself reading the license plate number, to make sure it isn't you.

I don't even hate you anymore, because hatred is too much like love. It requires the same amount of emotional involvement, and it would give you more importance than you deserve. Rather, I hold you in contempt, because I know that you're probably doing the same thing to someone new as you did to Dirk. It's all you can do, because you always obsess over the guys you date. I'm able to move on, but you will be the eternal victim.

In fact, I pity you.