Hi there. I’m sure you’re doing fine. I bet you’re out living your life, doing all those things we talked about doing together.

Yes, we’ve been broken up for quite a while now. Yes, we’ve had our share of secret flings you kept from your friends because you were ashamed about how you were still hurt and broken from me. Ashamed to admit you were ever in the wrong. God forbid you ever be accountable for your own faults.

I know there’s still songs I can’t hear without my mind racing to you. I hope every time you hear that cheerleader song, your heart stops and your cheeks turn pink before you quickly change it. I know there’s spots we both can’t go to without all the memories flooding back. I hope every time you go and park in that one spot, you look over in that empty seat and think of me.

All those late nights staying up crying. Long text messages sent back and fort, revealing our true thoughts. The unintentional comments that sent us both spiraling. All the heartache still here, 8 long months later.

But time passed, and time heals all.

I came to you for things and you came to me. I shared troubles I was having with different boys and you tried to talk to me about girls. It didn’t seem right, talking to the person you used to love with your whole heart about someone new. We both agreed we still cared for each other, but it just didn’t work right now. Clearly we were into different things.

Of course we told each other we wanted to be friends. I know we tried for a while. And hey, maybe it did work for a while. But I’m tired of it.

I’m tired of the snarky text messages, dirty looks, and you telling me you still aren't over me and then ignoring me for weeks.

I’m tired of your irrational need to text me and make me feel bad for living my own life.

Of course I still care about you. We had a beautiful, life changing relationship for the most part. You’ll always have a place in my heart. Even if that place has been moved to the very back.

I hope the new girl you keep mentioning treats you well. I hope she knows how much you love Mountain Dew, Taco Bell, and extreme sports with your friends late on Friday nights. I hope she knows all of your family members, your favorite spot to park to think about life, and your favorite prayers.

I hope she makes you work for the first kiss as hard as I did. I hope she keeps you accountable for all you believe in, even if I couldn't.

I truly hope she can give you everything I never could.

But I just want you to know, it’s not our time to be friends.

Maybe when we’re older we’ll find each other again. Our minds will be less crowded and our hearts would be clean. But as of right now, I am trouble to your mind and you are hurtful to my heart.

I really hope you can find happiness somewhere on your own.

I hope you don't have to search too hard to find your pretty girl who loves Jesus.

I'm sure someone will send this to you, and within a few lines your cheeks will burn and your eyes will water.

So, that being said, you knowing who you are by now, I'll remind you who I am.

I am a strong, courageous, beautiful, worthy woman you gave your all to. I deserve to be loved properly and for the right reasons. I do not deserve to be upset over a boy who couldn't keep his promises when we were young and crazy.

I'm not trying to be conceited, you deserve all of that too.

I know this might will crawl under your skin and burn in your mind for a while, but I promise you, this is my last time bringing up the past. It's just simply not worth my time anymore.

Also, I'm sorry if I never cited you properly,

And honestly I totally would,

But,

Nothing Controls Women.