You knew I was broken but you broke me anyways.

I'm not angry anymore. I know the last time we spoke, I seemed angry. I was. I didn't understand why things were going how they were, and to be completely honest, I still don't know what went wrong.

I was happy.

I did what I could to make you happy.

The part that bothers me isn't the fact that you hurt me. It happens, people get hurt all the time. Pain is only temporary.

The part that bothers me is the "Why?" factor.

Why did you decide I wasn't enough?

Why did you decide to hurt me as soon as I let you in?

Even after everything, I still can get past why. Maybe that's just you as a person. The part that scares me is how good you were.

You were so good at pretending. Pretending that you cared. Pretending we'd make it through anything. Pretending you were letting me in. Pretending that you loved me.

It was as though you'd done it before. As though you were a pro at breaking every single thing you touch.

You were so damn good, and it was so damn bad.

Once you came out as who you really were, I knew it was going to end badly.

The insults. Attacking every insecurity I'd told you about.

The lies. Pretending I was your everything when I was nothing.

Your eyes had the glossed over look like you weren't the person I met in the beginning. You were a new person in a matter of a week. And I hate you for it.

You had the power to destroy me, so you did.

And all I want from it all is just an "I'm sorry". I don't want you back, that was ruined. I don't want you to love me, I don't care.

I just want to know, what was so damn bad that I did, for me to deserve it.

Or even to know that I didn't deserve it.

I just hope you can find it in yourself to love another person the way I thought you loved me. I hope you find it in yourself to put your ego aside and love another person the way she deserves to be loved.

Love,

The girl who believed you