I fell for you hard and fast. I didn’t mean to. No, I wasn’t in love, not even close. But I sure did like you…a lot. And I thought you felt the same when I flirted and you flirted back. I thought you felt the same when you asked me out on Valentine’s Day. I thought you felt the same way when you smiled at me and laughed at my jokes.

But then it ended. It ended with me being too awkward. It ended when I felt ridiculous trying to talk to you, and you didn’t talk to me. If there was a conversation that was to be had, I started it. I always snapped you first. You never snapped me first, and that's when I knew.

I knew that this was all on me because I was the one who started it, but you were the one who finished it. You finished it when you played with my emotions. You finished it when you made me felt like I was nothing more than an option to hold to the side.

I thought it was all in my head. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe I was too awkward.

My roommate consoled me and assured me that I was not the problem. I was not the only one you had played. At first, I didn’t believe her. I thought I was overreacting. I thought it was my fault. But it wasn’t.

You were the one who broke my heart after one day. You were the one who moved on when I had sat and wondered for weeks afterward. What could I have done differently? Did I say something too weird?

And I don’t expect these next words to bother you, but they are monumental for me – I’m moving on. I have moved on. I will never look at you the same way. I will never look at you with the endearing smile of a girl who is falling into feelings. I will never look at you and wonder what could be.

For a while that hurt, knowing nothing would happen when I had decided I liked you so much. But it doesn’t anymore.

I have realized that I deserve more. I deserve so, so much more than you and your twisted game you play with people's emotions. I deserve someone who will make me light up inside every day. I deserve someone who is going to make me feel like more than just another option, but rather the only option. I deserve someone who is going to remind me to see myself the same way that Christ sees me. I deserve someone to tell me I’m beautiful.

You broke my heart, but the love of my friends, my family, and my God have put me back together and made me realize that who I am may not be enough for you, but I will be enough for the right guy. No, not guy. The right man.