I know that you hate yourself. I see the look in your eyes when you look at yourself in the mirror and I know you don’t see what I see. I can tell she’s made you feel like you’re nothing. I can’t even explain how seeing you cry makes me feel. It makes me hate her more than I’ve ever hated anyone.

Sometimes I get angry with you because you’re with her and she doesn’t appreciate you. I know she doesn’t tell you how special you are and how much you shine. You deserve to be told, over and over until you finally believe it, until you finally realise you deserve to be loved and looked after properly by someone better. You don’t understand the effect you have on people – the effect you have on me.

Please let me make you happy. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.

You just need to leave me.