Dear Player,

You didn’t care enough. I put you first, on the highest pedestal. I gave you the benefit of the doubt every time. I praised you for everything you did right, and defend you for everything you did wrong. I thought you were the best.

You took me for granted. You didn't notice the little things or care to really learn about me. You never heard me defend you to my friends who tried to convince me you were no good. You couldn't feel the way my heart skipped a beat when I saw you around. You never saw the look on my face when my phone buzzed and it wasn’t your name on the screen. You never realized that I was there for you whether you asked for it or not.

I was never good enough for you. But you let me think I was.

You told me I was pretty. Said how much you wanted to see me on a Friday night. You would invite yourself over, pay attention to me, and kiss me in a crowd. I thought I found a good guy.

But you were also doing things I just wasn’t seeing. You would promise that you would be over later, but never show up. You let me cancel plans just in case you decided to come around. You would say you wanted to see me, but it was only a booty call. Pay attention to me, but in the next second be on the phone making other plans. At a party you’d kiss me, but when I turned away you were kissing someone else.

One night at 1am you had a revelation that playing a girl and leading her on is wrong. You were “sorry” and “didn’t want to hurt me”. Too late for apologies. You built me up and proceeded to tear me down in just a few minutes. I started questioning myself, the things I did, the things I said and the way I am. I felt like everything was my fault. You took advantage of the feelings that I had for you, filled my head with lies, and made me believe that you actually cared about me. You defeated me in the end.

The sadness that I felt was real, and it didn't magically go away. I spent days, nights, and weeks thinking about the past and going over what went wrong. Countless hours were spent telling myself I was better off, but I couldn’t help but think that things would never be the same again. My pillow and sweatshirt sleeves had been soaked in tears. You however were fine.

So Mr. Player, here is your moment...... Thank you.

Thank you for playing me. You have taught me to not let my guard down. I now think twice before making decisions, and know exactly whom the bad guys are. I don't let people manipulate me anymore. Thank you for leading me on. Because of you, I’m going to find better than you could ever possibly been to me.

Maybe one day you'll realize that you got rid of the wrong girl. You'll see me and remember all of the things that I did for you. You'll see me truly happy, and it'll bother you. At the time you wanted to be single and have no strings attached, maybe now that’s changed, but you can’t get me back.

My emotions were given to you but they were never yours to play with. I trusted you. I gave you my time and my love but you played me for a fool. You left me upset and alone with a crushed heart and nothing to show for the time I wasted on you. You think you won, but you lost. You lost because you lost me.

But I have come to accept the truth. And where are you? I do not care anymore. What I had to offer to you was more than what you were willing to give back. You were not ready for what I was able to provide for you. It scared you. I wanted to make you smile and laugh. But you showed me you weren't worthy. You didn’t appreciate me, but someone else will.

I know, now, that what I deserve is someone who realizes just how amazing I really am. And that was never you.