Hi there,
It's me. You know, that girl who was in love with you a while back? Key word: was. You, my friend, caused a lot of damage. The amount of times I cried over you is unacceptable. I changed what I wanted out of life because I thought we were going to be together forever. You were my first real love and now I know how naive I was to think we were going to last. Not only did you cause me to lie to some of my closest friends, but you also made me question who I am as a person. You wanted me to give up so much for you, but receive nothing in return. That doesn't sound too fair now does it?
I was always there for you whenever you needed. I tried my absolute best to pick you up when you were down. I tried to make you feel like you were on top of the world again. But when I needed you, you went ahead and did the worst possible thing you could do. I tried to forget about it and forgive you. After I did, I regretted it everyday. My friends questioned me about it. It kept me up at night, and sometimes it still does. I wish I never forgave you and ended everything right there, but for some reason that is still a mystery to me, I just couldn't do it.
The only part that's worse is that I even think about you still. It's probably because I never got a real chance to yell at you for everything you did to me. I never got the chance to really make you realize how bad our situation was. Texting someone when you're mad at them and want to talk isn't the best or most mature way, to handle what was happening. But, that's what you wanted to do. That is how you wanted to discuss why we hadn't been talking for days on end. And that is one of the many reasons why I ended what we had. You barely even fought, not that I really wanted you to, but the thought of it is nice. This is probably why every fiber of my being gets filled with rage, when I think about having to stand in the same room as you for more than five minutes.
I could call you a piece of s***. I could call you a total waste of my time, effort, and money. Because you were. But instead, I'm going to thank you.
So, thank you. Thank you for making it hard for me to judge what someone's true feelings are. Thank you for giving me a new set of standards that are higher than ever. Thank you for helping me realize that my decision to pick my friends over you was a good one. And last but not least, thank you for letting me know that yes, my mother will always be right about everything, even when I don't want her to be.
Sincerely,
Me
