One can accept the lack of love, but not the sting of humiliation. And if this is the method you choose, then you were only waiting for an excuse to leave me. You only needed one reason and you found it. I too, have found answers to questions I should have asked you. I won’t need them anymore.
You certainly have the right to be angry, stubborn or proud toward me. I accept that and I also accept that it is now my duty to soften your anger and pride. But you searched in the name of pride, only for a pretext to go. You made me nameless, stripped of rights. You said I irritated you, that I am no one to you. Tell me, how can a stranger have the right to heal your pride?
Still, time after time I offered myself to you, tried to break myself down even if it meant belittling my own worth, just to soothe your pride. Yet you never returned, your heart did not melt. How could it? Behind the mask of pride you only had the ruse of leaving.
Deliberately rendering me powerless in the name of pride is an insult. I could have endured your pain, your withholding of love, I could have borne it all in the name of your pride. But you humiliated me with a casualness that widened the distance between us, a distance you used as your pretext to let me go. And once you were victorious, you celebrated.