You know, it hasn't been easy since the day everything ended.

I had to get used to not talking to you everyday; not hearing "I love you" every night before I fell asleep; not being able to post a picture with you telling everyone how happy you make me and how lucky I am to have you in my life.

The worst part of it all was that I was dumb enough to believe that you cared about me.

For exactly 561 days, I gave you my all. I would drop everything to be with you even if it was for just an hour, I would pick you up if you didn't have a ride home, I would buy you your favorite coffee even if you told me not to worry about it, I would surprise you with little reminders of why I love you and always wishing you a great day at work or during school. I gave you 101% while I got back 20%.

I'm still not sure why I stayed for so long; maybe I thought one day things would magically change.

For exactly 561 days, I put myself through hell for you while I could barely keep myself together.

Whenever you messed up, I always gave you another chance. Always.

Maybe I gave you too many chances that you didn't deserve.

Now almost 3 months since everything finally ended, I feel free. I'm finally happy, I don't have anything weighing so heavily on my shoulders and I'm so much better off without someone with so much negativity in my life.

I believe everything happens for a reason. Somehow this break up was a blessing in disguise. I no longer have to worry about what you're doing behind my back or if you're going to start a pointless argument with me anymore. I hope the next girl you date is smarter than I was and doesn't wait 561 days to finally realize she doesn't need you anymore.

You are a liar, a cheater, a manipulator and I'm so happy this is all over.

Best of luck to you in the future.