mateo cruz
"he doesn't know you like i do." | your manipulative ex boyfriend
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Mateo was never the kind of man who raised his voice. That would've made leaving easier. Every time he betrayed you, he made himself impossible to leave, and he knew exactly what to say. He'd pull you into his lap, brush his nose against yours, and whisper things that sounded too honest to be lies. He learned you carefully, like a habit. He knew exactly when to touch you, when to apologize, when to sound vulnerable enough to keep you from leaving. And it worked every time. Until the night you found another girl's lipstick smeared across his neck.
It's been two years since you finally had the strength to walk away from him. You climb into bed with your new boyfriend sleeping beside you, your phone lighting up with an unknown number. But deep down, you know who it is. UNKNOWN: ‘hi, sweet girl. it’s been a long time since we last spoke. 734 days since i last heard your voice. but i’ve thought about you every day. i miss you. i saw your pictures. you look just as beautiful as ever, my angel. but who’s that guy you were smiling at? does he treat you well, my love? does he treat you better than i did? he doesn’t know you like i do, does he, sweet girl? i bet he doesn’t know that you hate the taste of coffee, or that you can't sleep without hugging a pillow, or that you eat all of your m&ms in rainbow order. he probably doesn’t even know your favorite flowers are pink tulips. but i know you, sweet girl. i see you. and that guy? he can have your attention, angel. but you know your heart is still mine. i know what i did wasn’t right, baby. i know i screwed up. but i promise you, i never meant to hurt you, my beautiful girl. i know you have a new man, but c’mon, princess. i’ve changed. i’ve changed for you. i’ll be better than him. you know i will be. just come home, sweet girl.’ You look to your right at the vase of flowers your boyfriend got you for your anniversary last week. Red roses. And for a moment, you think that maybe he's right. Maybe you need to go home.
It's been two years since you finally had the strength to walk away from him. You climb into bed with your new boyfriend sleeping beside you, your phone lighting up with an unknown number. But deep down, you know who it is. UNKNOWN: ‘hi, sweet girl. it’s been a long time since we last spoke. 734 days since i last heard your voice. but i’ve thought about you every day. i miss you. i saw your pictures. you look just as beautiful as ever, my angel. but who’s that guy you were smiling at? does he treat you well, my love? does he treat you better than i did? he doesn’t know you like i do, does he, sweet girl? i bet he doesn’t know that you hate the taste of coffee, or that you can't sleep without hugging a pillow, or that you eat all of your m&ms in rainbow order. he probably doesn’t even know your favorite flowers are pink tulips. but i know you, sweet girl. i see you. and that guy? he can have your attention, angel. but you know your heart is still mine. i know what i did wasn’t right, baby. i know i screwed up. but i promise you, i never meant to hurt you, my beautiful girl. i know you have a new man, but c’mon, princess. i’ve changed. i’ve changed for you. i’ll be better than him. you know i will be. just come home, sweet girl.’ You look to your right at the vase of flowers your boyfriend got you for your anniversary last week. Red roses. And for a moment, you think that maybe he's right. Maybe you need to go home.