Dear ___,

I met you when I was freshly fourteen with braces and raccoon eyeliner (I had no idea what I was doing when it came to makeup). You were the guy that everyone wanted and that is not an understatement. You were the hotshot ball player.

Somehow I ended up in your radar.

You saw me at a football game and you asked for my number. I happily gave it to you because, I mean, you were the hottest guy around and I was an insecure girl that no one ever paid attention to. I was in awe that a guy like you would even glance my way, let alone want to have a conversation followed by dates with me. I was the poster child for a love struck teenager and I thought you were, too.

Then you asked me for something that I could not give.

You asked me for a part of me that I was not ready to give up. This "thing" that you thought wasn't a big deal was a HUGE deal. The fact that you wanted to take something of mine like it meant nothing proved to me that you were not the guy I had hoped you would be. Though I'm not going to lie, I thought about it. As you know, I chose to end things with you, and then you told me that a guy like you would never give a girl like me the time of day.

This proved to me just how much of a shallow jerk you actually were. In truth, you're probably still a jerk, but I wouldn't know. I haven't spoken to you since my freshman year of high school and I'd like to keep it that way.

At the time, you were the guy I so badly and desperately wanted that I was willing to do almost anything to get you, including destroy my morals. You used the knowledge you had about me to your advantage. I was an insecure freshman that had only ever had one real boyfriend. You gave me the attention that I thought I wanted but turns out, I didn't need it.

You were what I wanted but I didn't need you.

Now, a sophomore in college, a lot has changed. You went to college for a semester or two and now you're doing God only knows what with God only knows who. Your bedroom door is a revolving door of every girl that is probably more insecure than I was. I want to tell them that they don't need you, but I won't waste my breath. I'm thriving and I don't want anything to do with you to destroy that part of me.

You tried to get what you wanted, but this insecure fourteen year old with braces and raccoon eyeliner grew up to be a pretty hot college student. I know what I need, I know what I deserve, and that definitely wasn't you.

So I hope that if you read this, you realize that you could've had a pretty awesome girl in your life. Maybe not romantically, but maybe amicably. I hope you are well and I hope that you're happy with how your life turned out because honestly, had I given what you wanted, I wouldn't have been happy with myself. I would've loathed the fact that I gave up something so near and dear to me, to a boy I barely knew. I am stronger for what happened between us so I thank you.

Sincerely,

A No Longer Insecure Girl