You know exactly who you are. You think you know what you’ve done, but I’m not sure if you really know exactly what you’ve done to me. But either way, you’ll be reminded if you think you know. Oh, where on Earth do I begin? Odds are, the beginning would be the best place. Yeah, I’ll admit, you were cute; knew a way with words and knew your way around words as well. Little did I know what would transpire. I’ll be honest, I no longer have our texts or any other tangible memory that may remain. I thought things would have turned out differently, but they didn’t. People warned me about guys like you and I was naï

ve. I let you in, I let you meet my family, and then you left. And I’m stuck here thinking, wondering, how in the hell did this happen? Why in the hell did it escalate to this?

But thinking back on this, I realize that I’m better without you. I’m independent and wiser now. Thinking back on this, I realize that I needed to be treated better. I didn’t need to be kept away in a closet to others. Thinking back on this, I realize that I didn’t need to remind you that I was here. I didn’t need to act a certain way to keep you around. Thinking back on this, I didn’t need to feel alone. I didn’t need to wonder if you were physically and emotionally there for me. Thinking back on this, I realize that I didn’t need to question if you were talking to other girls. I shouldn’t have had to ask you to delete a hook-up app off your phone. The worst of all is realizing that I shouldn’t have never questioned your loyalty to me. I shouldn’t have questioned who Brittany was or Amanda or whoever the freak their names were. I shouldn’t have had to hear from someone that you messaged her on a dating app. I shouldn’t have had to bawl my eyes out questioning why you’d do that to me. And why you’d say the one thing I’d never wanted you to tell another girl. You know you hurt me. You know what you did was wrong. If you don’t then I’m sorry, It’s not my fault for your actions. And I really shouldn’t have had to make excuses for you and twist my mind of thinking that you deserved an apology. In all reality, I deserve the apology.

At first I really didn’t want to admit that I had battles with depression before, now I’ll be the first one to admit that, but I didn’t think that you’d be the first one to use it against me. It wasn’t till the very end that it had been brought back to the table. Even if old feelings were coming back, all I wanted was you to be there by me to help. And yet, it seemed as if you were the first one to jump on a plane back home. If you really cared, you would’ve been there. But you flew back home because school was done- that’s whatever because everything is done.

Now, after everything with you is done, I can only hope the next guy knows how to treat a girl. How to care for a girl, and will allow me to trust him with all. I can also only hope that he will be there for me when I need him the most.

P.S

Dear Jon,

This isn’t the movie based off of the book by Nicholas Sparks, nor is this a Lifetime movie. This is the reality told from me to you.