If I had known what we were going to go through when we met, I probably wouldn’t have ever gotten involved with you. When I think about all of the things that you’ve put me through these past seven months, I truly cannot figure out why I let myself endure this for so long. Did you treat me like a queen when we were together? Yes you did, I can’t deny that. Have you been disrespectful of me when I’m not around? Absolutely. I have been so lenient with you and I’ve put up with a lot more bullshit than pretty much anyone else would have, but I think I’m finally at my limit, and I just can’t let you get away with treating me like this anymore.

I still don’t think you realize how much I’ve done for you. When we met, you told me right away how important it was for a girl to always be loyal and always be honest. If she couldn’t do those things, or if she slipped up even slightly, she would be gone from your life in a split second. I really listened when you said that to me, and I decided that I wanted to put in the work to prove to you that I could give you that loyalty and honesty that you’d been looking for but couldn’t seem to find in anyone else. And let me tell you, I was damn near perfect at it. I went out of my way to make sure you were always happy and always taken care of, whether it was driving you and your drunk friends home at 2 AM, or making you tea when you were sick. You told me how important your friends were to you, so I made sure to make a good impression on all of them, and it definitely paid off; to this day they all still like me significantly more than all the other girls you’ve spent time with.

We were never official, but I worked harder for you than I ever had for anyone, even the boyfriends I’d had in the past, and I guess I expected that somewhere down the line, you’d start to appreciate it all. Maybe you’d even start to reciprocate some of that effort I was putting in. You told me that you felt something very real for me, even though you swore off of relationships and feelings a long time ago, and I know that part of you really wanted to be with me even though you were terrified to admit it, to me or to yourself. But instead of letting yourself feel all the things you were feeling, you chose to fight it. You chose to take advantage of the fact that I cared about you instead of taking care of me like I was taking care of you. You chose to bring another girl home right in front of me, even after all the work I did to prove that I was worth your time. You chose to be with other people, even though you knew how hard I was fighting to win your trust. You chose to disrespect me, instead of appreciating everything that I did to show you that I was loyal like you asked me to be. And as much as it hurts me to say this, I think I’m finally done trying.

I can’t carry this weight around anymore. You told me a couple of times how you truly felt about me, and even though I know you meant it, you’re still too scared to really show it. You don’t want to lose the image you’ve created for yourself, and you don’t want to lose all the attention you get for being the hot, single guy who can get any girl he wants, so instead you get to lose the girl who did everything she could to be everything you asked her to be. As much as you’ve tried to tell me how real our chemistry is, this has been one-sided from the beginning, and now seven months down the line, there’s just no reason for me to keep trying as hard as I have been if I’m going to be treated like nothing in return. I know I caught you by surprise because I made you feel something that you hadn’t felt in a long time, but you chose to fight it and pretend it wasn’t there instead of being honest with yourself or with me. And I just can’t sit here and keep pretending like I don’t care. You’ve been running from me, so now I think I have to walk away from you. I hate that it has to happen this way, but if you can’t put in even half the effort that I’ve put into you, then you just aren’t worth the fight anymore.