I don’t hate you, I hate how things ended. After spending that much of our lives together, it’s unsettling how it all unraveled toward the end. I was blindsided. I was crushed. I was hoping that you thought highly enough of me that you wouldn’t have ended things like you did. I’m over you. What I’m not over is how you treated me. You don’t treat people like that, especially those who you invested so much time and effort in, and those you claimed to love. I don’t miss you; I miss my best friend. What I grieved most over was not the loss of my first love, but the loss of my best friend. After all, in the end, the only person I wanted to talk to about the break-up was my best friend: you. And now looking back over our long relationship and sudden break-up, I just wanted to tell you thank you. Thank you for supporting me over the years. Thank you for being my source of happiness for so long. Thank you for all the time, money, and effort you spent on me. It didn’t, and will never go unnoticed. I truly appreciate all that you did for me. What I don’t appreciate is how you took advantage of me.

Sure, it wasn’t in the obvious you-sleep-with-me-and-never-called-me-back type of way, but it happened. You knew I would have done anything for you, and you took advantage of that. You led me on. You made me believe you would always be there for me, when you knew you wouldn’t. You pretended things were fine until you were positive you wanted nothing to do with me, and then you threw me away. And even up until the last time we talked, months after the breakup, you made me believe things would be fine and we could be friends. What happened to your promise of weekly lunches and dorm hang outs? Only to get on campus and ignore me in public? I do appreciate you coming with me to the volleyball game and joining me at McDonald’s. What I don’t appreciate is you telling me that I needed to “get over it” in order for us to be friends. Girls just don’t “get over” their first love. There’s just something about the person who knows the most about you not wanting anything to do with you that makes your insides fall apart. I don’t think it’s right that after two and a half years together, you don’t even know who my friends are now, or where I’m living on campus, or even what sorority I’m in. Let alone spending all your time with my old friends when you claim you’re too “busy” to spend time with me. But now fast forward 10 months, and I’m doing fine. I’ve moved on, and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I wish you could experience this happiness with me and I could experience yours. I know you will be successful and you’re off to do some pretty great things. I just wish I could be there by your side to cheer you on. But I’m done trying. There’s only so much a girl can deal with, and you are just not it. I’ve tried to maintain a friendship with you, but I’ve reached the breaking point. When, and if, you ever want to rekindle our friendship, I would be more than happy to. But until then, I’m done putting in effort when it’s not being reciprocated. I want to be clear that there’s no hard feelings on my part, that I hope for the best for you and your family, and that I think you’re a great guy. I just happened to experience one of your worse moments. I will never know what I did to lose you, get ignored, or be blocked on Facebook, but I’ve come to accept it. I hope one day you’ll be mature enough to realize that you lost not only a good girlfriend, but a great friend, and will want to work on restoring the friendship. But that day is not today, and probably not tomorrow, or the next one, but I’ll be here. And until then, I’m silently cheering you on from the sidelines. Good luck to you, and I hope to see you soon.