A twisted sense of love

I thought I told you I didn't want to ever see you again. Yeah, it's been three years, but both you and I know that three years won't strip the psycho away from you, especially noting how you seem to be as obsessed with me as you were back then. Seriously? Do you really want me to forget how you killed my childhood friend just because he confessed to me that  he was in love with me? And how you tried to manipulate me into thinking that his death was actually my fault, because according to you I "seduced him"? You are one crazy bastard. You think people are dolls in you pretty little world, empty dolls that you just get rid of when they don't go according to your game's plans. I wouldn't get back with you even if pigs did fly. You broke my heart, killing one of the most important persons in my life just because you were afraid that he would "steal me from you", even when you knew damn well that I loved you with all my life. Stupid me, I can't believe I ever believed you loved me too. What you call love, is actually a sick concept of ownership, having to be creepily devoted to each other, losing all individuality, not being able to ever freaking interact with anybody else. That's not love, that's slavery. You're messed up if you think there's even the slightest of chances of us being a thing again. Although we've both known for a while that you are not completely sane, haven't we?