To the boy who broke all out promises,

I loved you. I loved you more than anybody else in the whole galaxy. And you led me to believe that you loved me too.

You knew exactly what every girl wants to hear and you told me exactly that. You made me fall for you, and darling, I fell fast. You made me want to call you mine so bad, that when I was able to--I preached it to the world.

For months on, you continued to whisper little nothing's in my ear and joke around about how lost you'll be once I leave you because you promise to never leave me. You talked about how you feared to lose me, but then again you always pushed me past my fears so I guess you finally decided to face yours.

You were the boy that always knew how to make me smile even if you were the reason I was crying yesterday. You made me feel like I'd always have you to come to and I did, until eventually I didn't. You made me feel like I could rely on you when, eventually, I couldn't. I lost you long before you officially left. I should've seen the signs as clear as day, you gave up on me, I could have given you the world, but you never even gave me the chance.

All I did the last two months of dating and still do is look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I could change, how if I changed something maybe I could make you love me again, but there is nothing I'll ever be able to do except say that I hope you wake up one day and feel sad knowing that you gave up the moon chasing dimly lit stars. You're a coward who ran away too afraid of commitment when all I ever did was let you walk all over me. Come back and I promise things will be different, because never again will I let you use me the way you did.

Goodbye to my first love. Goodbye to the tears. Goodbye to all the broken promises, but mostly goodbye to ever looking at myself how you made me feel.