To the Narcissist I Loved,

To the narcissist I loved, from the day I met you I knew that I was going to like you. We were co-workers and nothing more, soon after you had a girlfriend and I moved on. Fast forward to eight months later you asked me to hangout I thought "why not?" so I did it. We drove around town and ended up talking about everything and anything, we got to know each other so well that night. In my driveway at the end of the night we exchanged the awkward "we should do this again" and "yeah I had fun" then I turned to tell you goodnight and you kissed me. I didn't think much of it I figured it was just a drunken kiss. The next week we did the same. You showed me where you grew up and told me all your stories.

Things were great until December. You started talking to me less and less. You were busy all the time. I couldn't even get a simple "hey" anymore. You skipped my birthday, and later I found out where you really were that night- and it wasn't at work. To the narcissist I loved, you taught me that people will make you feel special and then just leave like nothing happened. You taught me that who I saw you as, was wrong, and that you only cared about yourself. But I guess that is what it is with people like you, you pretend to make yourself feel better.

But you know what I want to know? When are the sleepless nights going to stop? When will I stop crying? Looking back on this makes me sad. I let you break me- and I will never let you or anyone do that to me again.

So to the narcissist I loved, I want to say thank you. Thank you for breaking my heart. Thank you for teaching me to love myself.

I wish you only the best.