Another letdown. Another mistake. Another jackass. Another drunken night to dull your sober thoughts. New tears. New self-doubt. New heartbreak. New regret mixed with the creeping feeling of inferiority. More cries. More tissues. More gallons of ice cream. More confused emotions chased with a bone-deep numbness.

He was supposed to be your calm. He was supposed to hold your heart in his hands with such fragility and tenderness that you could love and trust without fear. You never suspected him to drop it the second he caught sight of something new and shiny. But shouldn't you have? You heard your friends talk about him being a player. You knew that his friends saw you as a challenge, something for him to conquer. You thought you could change him. You thought he wanted to be a better person for you.

Another one trick pony who left you high and dry, cold and alone. You thought he was different. You thought he was better. He told you that you were special and you believed him. Why wouldn't you? You are special. He was an addition to "what could've been" but he will never be "what should've been." This time, this hurt, it's worse because you convinced yourself to try again. He convinced you that he wasn't like the rest, that you could open up to him.

At the time, you thought that when he said he wanted you to "open up to him," he wanted your feelings. Your heart. Your mind. Your soul. You didn't know he only wanted your body. He wouldn't text you for days, but when you would get mad, he would tell you that you were "overreacting" or that he was "just too busy." He would call you at three in the morning, drunk and on his way home from the bars, asking if he could "stop by." He would be in your bed one night, and the next, he was with someone else.

You shouldn't ever think that this is something you deserve.

You are beautiful. You are worth it. You are valuable and worthy and precious. You are not a last-resort option, but you are the only option. You deserve more than what he has offered to you, than what he has given to you. And that doesn't fall back on you — it isn't your fault. You are not responsible for his actions, nor should you be on the receiving end of his carelessness and destructive ways.

It's okay to wait. It's okay to not jump into the first relationship prospect that comes your way just because you're afraid to be alone. It's okay to skip past the relationship fad that your friends are all over because you don't want to be the only single girl. It's okay to wait for the one who is different, who is truly unlike all the others.

Find yourself a man — a man with goals and dreams and aspirations. Find yourself a man who will show you off to the world because he feels so lucky to have you, who will treat your mind, body, and soul with respect and care. Find yourself a man who knows just how special you are, who knows your quirks and loves them all the same.

He is going to love how you will cuddle into him in the middle of the night, even if it almost pushes him off the bed. He is going to sit through your romantic comedies with only the occasional eye roll because he knows that they are your favorite. He is going to make your friends sigh when they see the two of you together because your happiness radiates and your love is palpable. He is going to make your mother cry because her baby girl has found "the one."

And you are going to do many things for him, too. You are going to love him with every fiber of your being, but unlike the rest, the time and effort that you give will be given back to you. You will both put one-hundred percent into your relationship because you have no doubt that it will succeed.

So, to the girl who deserves more, he is out there. How do I know? Because I found my happily-ever-after, and I know that you deserve to find yours, too.