Congratulations! It hurts, because I care.

     Be numb!     

     Stop feeling so much!     

     You can do better than this!     

It hurts that night when she had to listen to you scream all over on the other end of the line. It hurts because as she was talking to you, her voice was cracking and she was indeed at the verge of crying yet you carried on bringing her down as if she didn't mean anything. How could you be so cold? How could you be so mean? You were her world and she was the best. She was the only one who know how to treat you right in your world. You knew it deep down from the bottom of your heart that she had always put you first in anything and everything that she does. 
She was the best in things that she does. She was at the top of everything that she had in her hands, yet, YOU. You are probably the one and only person that could make her feel as if she was never good enough. Yet, congratulations to you for making 

her feel so WORTHLESS once again. 

Thank you for creating the spark within her, between you both and then turned around, and showed that everything that you've said yourself backfired you yourself once more. Let her go. Why do you keep on insisting upon holding her back? You've made your choice and you've moved your chess piece. It is hard and one final good blow onto her face and her heart. Your final move is fatal. It is indeed a checkmate. Good job, you've finally killed her. 

   She is dead and gone. Forever and always.    

Congratulations! 

You will always always be my three a.m. thoughts.