I couldn't exactly begin to talk about how much you consumed my life, and somehow still do in moments. I don't intend to keep this page up forever, so this will kind of serve as a final message. I do not necessarily care if you ever read this, because ultimately it's more self indulgent.
We lead lives independent of one another, we're both different now. Different peers, different outlooks, the whole song and dance. And yet, the glaring issue continues. You committed a crime that will never have its justice served. However, I do not have control of that. I am not your victim. Only they have a say. And I'd like to think your attempt of offering closure has helped in one way or another. But once more, I cannot say.
What I can speak on is what I feel regarding your treatment towards me. That was not fair to either of us. I do not wish to go back to that. I do not wish to go back at all. Whatever there was left behind in the "good times" is too far gone. There is no such thing as reconcilation when it comes to us. The only thing I ask of you is what I had told my actual ex: tell the truth. And don't hurt anyone else.
It is rather pessimistic what I said above, about justice never being served. I'm still holding out for something there. But if it never comes, I can at least find comfort in that forgiveness will never come regardless of how apologetic you may be. This is your grave you keep digging, and you may fall harder than expected if you keep going.