Hey.

When you texted us in the group chat, my heart dropped to my stomach and I know that yours felt as though it got ripped out. But, as everyone says, single friends give the best advice, so coming from me, you know what I’m about to say should be pretty dang good (considering my love life hasn’t existed since the second grade.) If I could give you one motto to try and live by, if I could tell you only one thing that’ll allow you to pick up the bits of your heart and hand them over to someone else, I would say this:

Forget him.

Forget him, and all the things he made you feel: the good, the bad, the ugly, the sensational. The other day you were kicking yourself for letting him go. Everyone kept telling you that, in the end, you will belong together. You will end up together. But... they were wrong. You were wrong! Because, the truth is that someone who cares for you and someone who loves you shouldn’t treat you that way.

You are one of the most amazing girls I have ever met. From the first time I met you, I knew you were weird. But somehow, you are the most normal weird person I know. All your weird tendencies are what make you so amazing. You’re able to make chemistry jokes and have them actually be funny (a tough feat I must admit). I’ve never met a girl who can have so many guys falling for her, and she’s the only one that doesn’t see it. You have the passion and drive that guys might be afraid of, but your warm smile and constant laugher only draws them in.

So, that’s why you should forget him. You deserve someone who is so head-over-heels for you, they can’t even fathom doing anything to hurt you, drunk or not. You should be with a guy who, every time he looks at you, you can tell at that moment you are all that he sees. He should support you on the nights that you’re upset, and he should be there to comfort you. He should steal you away from your friends for a wine night, but he should also set you free at the bar to the dance floor, where your friends are waiting for you.

Now, we know he’s not that guy because if he was, he shouldn’t have been able to look you in the eye and just listen to that question. He shouldn’t have laughed when he answered. And he shouldn’t have gotten revenge with a teammate, someone you considered a friend. If I could give you a second piece of advice, I would say this:

She’s not worth your time.

It doesn’t matter if she hated your guts on the field, or if you visit her every day, she was your teammate. It shouldn’t matter if she’s a senior, if she had dibs, or if she just did it because she felt like it. She is not your friend. A friend, no matter how close, respects your feelings. A friend understands the situation, and respects the choices you have made. And a friend definitely doesn’t have sex with your ex-boyfriend, her ex’s best friend. So honestly, forget her. She’s the scum on your shoes, and she has the maturity of a second grader. We all know she has to grow up sometime, and karma truly is a bitch.

So, please, drink an entire bottle of wine yourself, stuff your face, and just cry. Cry for what he was, cry for what you had, what you thought you had, what you could have had. And after you are done crying, cry some more, and then forget him. Because you deserve better. And if you ever feel like you don’t, reread this letter, or talk to any of your real friends. Because we’re always here to pick your heart up for you, and give it to the one person who deserves it. You.

Love you always.