Hey, stranger,

I’ve got a lot to say, but I’ll try to keep it short. For me, writing what I’m thinking is much easier than actually saying it, so here we go.

I guess some people go through phases in their lives where they aren’t themselves. Sometimes you get hurt so bad, and it changes you.

Not everyone can shake it. Sometimes the hurt cripples you like an illness, and that is exactly what it did to you.

At the time, I thought it was just your personality. I thought you were a twisted and cruel person.

Now, I see that it was just a phase for you. You were burned by someone else before you met me, and what she did to you caused you to become a jerk.

You didn’t know what you wanted so you kept everyone at a distance. You lost sight of how to treat girls and what respect means.

You became a bad guy.

Enter me.

I think you did care for me genuinely. It was just bad timing for us to meet. There was potential for us to be the right person for each other. The timing was off for you, though.

You had walls built up too high for me to reach. No matter how hard I tried to fix you, you remained bulletproof. You were made of steel. Nothing could penetrate you. You were cold and heartless.

Little did I know, you were in bad a place at the time. It’s possible it wasn’t all a phase, and you really are a low-life. Maybe your true colors were shining through. It’s possible, but I think it was just a phase.

You were the guy who said he never wanted to be in a relationship again because you were burned so bad the last time. You made excuse after excuse for why we couldn’t be together. You had me convinced that you wanted to be alone forever.

I knew deep down that wasn’t true. You didn’t want to be alone forever. You weren’t yourself. You were broken, and you were filling the emptiness with me.

Three years later, I can clearly see you are doing better now. You’re in a relationship, and I couldn’t be happier for you. I’ve always wanted you to be happy.

I can’t lie, though, it seems a little unfair that I was sucked into your jerk phase.

I went through the craziness and saw your mean streak. I saw you at your lowest and suffered the repercussions.

Now, she gets the better version of you who is healed and ready for something more. I can’t help but say it seems a little unfair.

She didn’t go through what I did with you. That makes her lucky. She didn’t see what I saw or feel what I felt. That makes her lucky.

No, she’s getting the version of you that I should have gotten too. I didn’t deserve the heartless you. I deserved better.

You know I did.

Honestly, I am happy for you, and I hope you are at peace with where you are in life. I hope she never sees what I saw or experiences what I did.

I hope that your jerk phase is in the past and that the old you never comes out again.

Sincerely,

Someone you used to know