If you really loved and cared for someone you wouldn't be willing to let them go so easily.
I wouldn't have to let him go easily if he didn't f*ck me over. I want to try again, I want to see him again, I want us to be okay again, but deep down I know he'll never change. If he truly want me, he knows where I live and he knows my number. But knowing him he'll just make me the villain. And that's fine cause in the end, I know who's the true villain.