The following is a letter I wrote to my sociopath BEFORE I actually knew he was a sociopath...

Stunning...

I don’t hate you.

I no longer trust you.

I gave you my honesty. I trusted you with a very big part of myself.

So of all the people I know in this town, you were the last person I would have imagined could hurt me so much.

I feel so much love here from every person I know, even people I don’t know, except you.

They are kind, and complimentary.

You are not.

To me, whom you know actually cares about you. You, the one person who actually knows how I feel about them.

You are the only person who never tells me I look great today. The only person who makes absolutely no effort to bring a little sunshine to my day. To my life. You make no effort.

I have lots of shit running around my head, too, but everyday, I make an effort.

To be kind, patient, understanding.

Of all the people here in this beautiful place, you are the person who hurts me. You.

How could I have been so wrong?

You make me regret my honesty and I regret nothing.

I am the one you chose to hurt.

You cannot fathom what a huge mistake that is on your part.

Not because I hate you.

Stupid.

Because I could have loved you.

Now, I cannot...

-DeAnnalynn Arzola
7/25/2013