Notice I said boy, and not man, because a real man would never have done what you did.

Dear boy,

You broke her heart.

You shattered her into pieces that she thought only you could ever put back together. Once upon a time, you made her happy and she worshipped the ground you walked on. You took love and made it into something cold and emotionless. You didn't deserve the tears she shed, but she cried for you anyway.

As I wiped her tears, I remember the day she told me she loved you. I remember the happiness she felt. It radiated from her, and I was overjoyed that she had found "the one" that made her feel this way. As a friend, you always want to think of your friends this way, ya know? Just happy. I remember then when things turned sour. And how it broke her heart to hear the things you'd say to her. I remember how arguments with you felt like she'd swallowed acid in her throat. Her words caught and stung as they came up and burned even more as they settled into the still air you had left.

You left her on what would be a cozy Sunday, but instead you let rituals fall into nothingness. Routines had turned into chores for you, and you were so cold. You were already gone when you told her the truth. Your heart turned to ice in her hands. You didn't want her, and that was that. But how could you say that? How could you throw away someone that easily? You are entitled to your feelings, and I am entitled to mine. You were cold, unforgiving, and unloving. You threw someone away because it was easier for you than to admit you were unfaithful, unavailable, and unloving. Blaming the other person is always easier, especially when you are at fault.

I watched her cry, and so did you. Except, you didn't care. You had crocodile tears that slid down your cheeks as you smiled, getting what you wanted. Freedom. At least, that's what you called it. You called it freedom, she called it heartbreak. I'm sorry that she ever cried over you. I'm sorry that she'll never hear an apology from you. I'm sorry that you'll never be loved the way she loved you, because you'll remain cold and unchanging.

Eventually, her tears dried. She didn't need you anymore. The girl you broke put herself back together even stronger than before. She made armor that you couldn't pierce anymore. She put love on a pedestal, where you couldn't reach it anymore. You are unworthy of her affection, and I hope that haunts you forever. Because now there is only a ghost of a girl you once knew, and she'll never look back at you again. And I can say that I've never been prouder of her than when she said she'd forgive you.... but she would never forget.

I hope at night when you sleep you feel the pang of loneliness she felt for so long. I hope tears sting your eyes the way hers did for days. I hope when you feel the cool breeze outside, you remember the way that her hair flowed in it. I hope you can never catch your breath at the thought of her loving another, because someone will, and you'll only be a memory. I hope you remember the way she hurt, because she never will again for you. I hope her voice haunts your dreams when someone calls your name. I hope you know that she is a goddess, and you'll always be beneath her.

She is a goddess, and you were nothing. You are simply a bump on the road to happiness. You may have rattled her wheels on the way there, but she remains intact and adapting. She remains strong and steady, and I hope you remember the time you got to ride with her. Because I am certain those will have been the best days of your life.