a certain finality

Now that you don’t pull me close anymore, please leave. Go away, and stay away please. I admit defeat, I’ll admit anything, just for you to go away. I hate you for about ten thousand different reasons now.

With all certainty, I do not love you (there isn't even lust anymore). You were once bearer of my heart, but not anymore. I will pray, for you – to learn how to stop fucking people’s lives up through all your accusations, insults and sarcasm-driping nonchalence.

Now, goodbye and good luck.