This infringment on my privacy and my pleads that certainly felt

This infringment on my privacy and my pleads that certainly felt like betrayal—whether it was or not—was an undelicate shove that threw me to the ground. I stumbled from the pedastal on which I had sat voluntarily blindfolded for so long and fell out of love so fast that the momentum propelled me into a land where the back of my mouth tastes bitter whenever I see you. I don't exactly forgive you or myself, but I want to thank both of us for finally letting me realise that you are not worth hazy summer daydreams or poems that sing sweet ballads. You are just a boy, and there are greater things to aspire to.