Epiphanies come at the strangest time, like when you're having a life chat on the deck at a frat house... That's where I had mine.

Sitting on that deck is where I finally realized that I wasgood enough.

I had been good enough from the very beginning. In fact, I had been too good for you. I put you first. I made you a choice when all I was was an option to you. I tried my hardest to make sure you were happy. I gave 100 percent and only got 50 back in return. I never told you I couldn't do something for you. I constantly offered my help. I built you up. I made sure you knew just how amazing you were. And what did you do for me? Not enough.

You said one thing and did things that completely contradicted what you said. You expected me, the girl who feels so much, to never feel anything for you. You told me no more times than you told me yes. You came up with excuses when I needed small favors. Now, I'm not saying you never did anything for me, because that would be a lie because you were there for me at times. I'm not saying I hate you because I never will. All I'm saying is, what I did should have been enough for you, because the bit of effort you put forth was good enough for me.

I know I'm not perfect and at times, I was overbearing or too emotional. I know I probably drove you a bit crazy. I know I'm not the prettiest girl or the smartest. I know I can be a witch with a capital B and that I get angry and jealous easily. I know all of my flaws, but I do know that what I had to offer you, any guy would be stupid to give up.

I gave you my unwavering trust and support. I believed you and believed in you. I defended you when all of my friends said you were bad news. I helped you in any way I could. I never asked for much from you. I saw all of the best things in you and I never asked you to change. I gave you my time and effort and what very little patience I had. I built you up and I never once tore you down. What I did was good enough.

I've realized that we would never have worked out. You're still too immature to be with someone who is willing to sacrifice for you. I spent so much time wondering where I went wrong, but the only thing I did wrong was do everything right for you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I was all anyone could ask for. I was enough. I am enough. I will always be enough.

What you did and what you said hurt me-- it knocked me down a peg. Some of the confidence I was finally gaining, fell away. But on the deck of a frat house, I realized you never deserved me one bit. I care deeply and give and give and give. I put other people's happiness before mine. I do what I can to make sure everyone else is OK. I am a good listener and I am always there. I was enough for you, or at least, I should have been enough for you. You never deserved all the good I gave you and I certainly did not deserve the pain you caused me.

I am good enough and it really is your loss. I'm sorry if me being too much, just wasn't enough... But that's fine. I do not need to be good enough for you. I deserve someone who will give me 100 percent back. I deserve the world and it's OK that you couldn't give me it. I was good enough and I don't need someone who could never see that.