To the guy who broke my best friend’s heart:

First of all, how dare you. She gave you everything, and you threw it all away because you are a coward. You blamed her for not doing more with your life, for being so emotionally stunted that you couldn’t see what a great thing you had. You played with her, telling her you loved her and that if it was meant to be, you’d find your way back together. You lied. You had no intention of it, and if you did, you did not try very hard to make it happen.

She is a goddess that deserves more than you gave her. She is kind and sweet, intelligent beyond your comprehension. My best friend did everything for you. She loved you and your family, and you gave it all away so you could feel like the big man.

My best friend is better now. Her heart still hurts when she sees your name come on her screen, but she no longer cries for you. She hurts, because you will not let her go. You think it’s okay to text her and try to get in her bed, while she knows you already have another? How dare you think you have done nothing wrong by texting her “we good?” I wish I could express my disdain for your existence, but there is not a single word in the dictionary that can even begin to describe it.

I promised my best friend, my intellectual soulmate, that I would leave it all well and done, so this will hopefully be the last that I speak so ill about you. You don’t deserve it, but you should know how much you hurt my best friend and how much stronger she is now, without you.

Goodbye, trash

A furious writer