Hello, it's me, not Adele, but the girl sitting here wondering what I did or didn't do to or for you all this time. I hope you're reading this while you have someone who makes you happy in your arms, someone who you're ready to commit to, someone who you can open up your heart to, someone who I prepared you for as you strung my silly, naive self along. I wanna start by saying I wish you nothing but the best because Jesus taught me how to forgive and this is not a hate letter to you. I also wanna say I hope you don't get offended by me calling you a boy, even though you're well old enough to be called a man, but stringing someone who just wants you to love them the way they love you, so innocently and pure, isn't something a man would do. Especially after you didn't talk to me for years and then when you were hurting forced your way back into my life and practically begged me to let you stay.

I understand you weren't ready for the kind of love I was ready to give and I also understand you broke things off so you wouldn't hurt someone you "care" about. I'm sorry things didn't work out with us. I really am. I still want our friendship from before to withstand, but you don't understand how it broke me though and I don't expect you to. I want you to understand that your actions never led me to believe you weren't ready for something more. Your actions towards me, every "good morning" text, every "I miss you", every kiss, every cuddle, every hand hold, every anything with you, never made my mind think "he doesn't want me, he isn't ready", or worst of all "he's gonna leave me once he finds himself, or someone else, again."

I know I helped you through a dark time and that's why I never thought twice. Your girlfriend of 3 years left you, and I saw you hurting. Who helped heal you? Who let you vent? Who made you go out and have a good time? Not someone who wanted to be strung along like a rag doll behind a toddler until they grew out of it. It was me. Someone who cared about you, your health, your happiness, and most of all your heart. Seeing you so broken, broke me and I could have sworn I meant more. You meant more to me. So what went wrong? I've come to the conclusion that I don't need an explanation. I've come to the conclusion that I may not have your love, but I still have our friendship and I'm okay with that. The day you decide that you miss my genuine love and adoration for you and are ready, I pray that I am happy elsewhere and don't open my heart back up to be your rebound once again.

Maybe forgiveness shouldn't be in my mind because of how it hurts. Maybe I should be bitter over it all. But hurt people, hurt people and I don't want to be like you: still hurting from the past and destroying girls like me. My love for your kind spirit and openly closed heart that I have forever longed to break open will always stand. Just so you know, I do forgive you and wish you nothing but the best.

Genuinely and forever your friend,

The Sweet Girl You Strung Along.