They always come crawling back.

You know, I'm not as happy as I thought I would be.

Yes, he wants to get back together, and I turned him down cold. I thought I would be ecstatic about this. But I'm not.

I think it's because deep down I know it didn't really hurt him that I refused. Because deep down I know he's not TRULY regretting it. Deep down I know he's lying to me. Deep down I know the only reason he came crawling back is because he has no other choice.

No le fue bien el estar putiando por ahi, y ahora quiere volver.

I faintly toyed with the idea of taking him back, but I'm too smart for that.

I lost my trust in him. Trust is nearly impossible to regain.

It will never be the same. I will never forget how he destroyed me, destroyed all my dreams and hope.

Sure, I recovered quickly, but those first couple of days while I pulled myself together were torture. I didn't deserve that.

Every single person has advised me against going back. Even our mutual friends, those that swore neutrality and refused to take sides, tell me not to do it.

I won't. Even though I still love him, I know that the person I loved is gone. The person he has turned into is not the one I wanted to spend my life with.