Not in love. Just disappointed

I hate you. I hate the person you became. It’s hard to forget us, and worse to remember who we were. You ruined something that mattered, and I don’t know how to forgive that. I know you’re flawed, I know you’re human, but that doesn’t make it hurt less. God knows how much I hate you. And He also knows how badly I wanted it to be you. I’m numb to love now, but a part of me still waits for an apology, for change, for the version of you I lost.