“I don’t hate you; I’m just disappointed you turned into everything you said you’d never be.”

I don’t regret the memories. I don’t regret all the fun times or even the bad times. I don’t regret the laughs and tears or even the fights and arguments. What I do regret is letting you treat me the way you did.

From day one, I was always there for you. Whether it was cheering you on in the stands, or pushing you to do your best in every challenge you took upon yourself, I was always your number one fan. Whenever you needed me I was at your side in a minute with not a second to spare.

They say when you fall, you fall hard, and that’s exactly what I did. I fell so hard that I was blind the way you were treating me. I was blind to see that I wasn’t being given the respect and loyalty I deserved.

It’s obvious that I wasn’t your first choice nor was I a main priority in your life, whereas I held you on the highest pedestal possible. I envied you. I bragged to everyone about how amazing you were. I couldn’t hear your name without smiling from ear to ear because that’s the effect you had on me.

I know everything about you. I know which side of the bed you like to sleep on. I know your favorite type of candy and where you came from. I know your life stories and why you are the way that you are. I know so much about your family and I’ve spent so much time with them that they’ve made me feel like I apart of it. But it’s almost like none of that matters anymore.

After many ups and downs, I still continued to only see the good in you. Even though everyone told me that you were a mistake, I couldn’t find it in me to believe that you had become this person. The once-sweet boy who held my hand and told me he loved me had turned into this boy who didn’t seem to even care anymore.

And even after six months, after you had broken my heart beyond repair, I still took you back. How stupid was I? To let the boy who ruined my outlook on love back into my life, only to destroy it again a month later.

I’m writing this not to make you feel bad, but to let you know that I am done. I am done playing your games and I’m done with you. I will no longer continue to let you push me around and be the main cause of my sadness. I’m happy that you’re happy and I wish you the best.

So just do me one favor. Whenever you start to have feelings for me again, please don’t come back.