Hey.

I know we've never actually met, but I find myself stalking your social media accounts frequently enough to feel as if I actually know you. I'm sure you've been on my social media enough to at least know who I am, too...

Scratch that. Actually, I KNOW that you know who I am. And I know that you knew who I was when you decided that you wanted to get to know my boyfriend better.

So, hey. How've you been since then?

I'm sure you're great, I've seen how great you seem to be doing on Twitter. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about you and how you seem to just enjoy life. How you seem to just live in the moment all the time. And somehow the thought of how you were just living in the moment that January night always creeps back into my mind and how your feeling of greatness came at the expense of mine.

I spent months working to try and forgive you. I made up excuses for you. Because I didn't want to hate you like I did. I wanted to believe that it had all been a misunderstanding. I had myself convinced that when you first showed interest in my boyfriend that you had no idea that I was even in the picture. I thought that maybe you believed that he was single at the time. Well, he wasn't. He had pictures with me all over his social media, too. So I no longer believe that you thought that he was single. You knew. And you still chose to go for him.

In all honesty, I know this isn't completely your fault. I know that it takes two to tango. I'm aware that he could have ignored your texts and could have avoided this whole mess by not even showing interest in you in the first place. I get that this is almost equally as much his fault as it is yours. But you showed interest in him and even I have to admit, how could he have said no to someone who has so much in common with him and lives in the same city rather than someone 492 miles away?

Unfortunately, all of my friends know your name as well, even if your name sounds like nails on a chalk board to me. They know your name because I needed someone to reassure me that I wasn't crazy for hating you and what you did to me. I needed them to pick me up and tell me I was wrong when I was on the phone crying about how I wasn't good enough for him but somehow you were. You made me feel inferior and as if I should be embarrassed about sitting in bed every night, hysterically crying to Taylor Swift music while you proceeded with your life as if nothing had ever happened.

And a part of me still believes, and probably always will, that maybe you didn't think about what you were doing to me. Yes, I know you knew I was in the picture and I am in no way justifying what you did and saying that it's okay. Because it's not. What I am saying though, is that I don't think you ever purposefully meant to hurt me by going for him. I don't blame you for going for him. How could I? I fell for that same goofy smile and brown eyes that you were drawn to, too.

And most importantly, I forgive you. It is still going to take a long time until I am over what happened (yes, there are still nights that I cry to sad Taylor Swift songs), but I forgive you. I am beyond happy that you only caused a slight hiccup in my relationship, not the complete ending. But I forgive you for what you knew you were doing and also for what pain you caused me unintentionally. It's okay.