You're guy-crazy. There's no other way to word it. Along comes this guy who seems amazing, and you immediately start to over-analyze everything. Things go great at first -- you're so excited to tell your friends about him and can't wait to fill them in on every trivial detail that you convince yourself means something. You defend all of his flaws, although it seems like he has very few, and justify anything even mildly negative about the situation. He talks to you all the time, and when you "hang out," (ah, the dreadfully vague term that everyone loves to misconstrue), you usually have a fantastic time.

But then, something happens.

You can't figure out what or why, but things change. He doesn't seem like he's as interested, but when you tell him he's acting weird, he denies it. The way he talks and acts toward you is suddenly different, and you start beating yourself up over what you did wrong as his mixed signals put your head and heart at war. Soon, you start picking imaginary fights and thinking of scenarios with him that will probably never happen. Every day, you go through the same routine where you wake up and tell yourself you're being crazy when you mentally fight for the right words to confront him, but five minutes into your commute, that overplayed pop song comes on the radio to remind you that you deserve so much better than this. However, as soon as you start to realize that it's his loss and refuse to waste the day thinking about it, bam. He texts you, or he posts/tweets/snaps something that crawls right back under your skin -- and so the cycle continues.

For so long, I've wanted to be that woman who could just drop a guy that did me wrong like nothing ever happened and move on, but the whole concept of not knowing why would eat away at the back of my brain. I couldn't tell if my emotions were actual unrequited feelings or just the obsession with needing to have the last laugh. The thought of coming out on top and making him feel as guilty as he made me feel would consume every fiber of my mind, and I'd start thinking about what I could do to make absolutely sure he knows I'm happy without him.

What I failed to realize is that trying this hard to seem like my life improved tremendously without him will totally defeat the purpose of real happiness. I am better off without him, so why do I continuously waste so much of my precious time dwelling on a guy that saw me as no more than a temporary good time? Why do we spend so much time chasing closure that we're never going to get? Maybe it's because we still haven't accepted the fact that life is not fair. Most of us were constantly told from an early age that it's not, but knowing it and accepting it are two very different concepts. We can't see the future, so we can't be certain that things will get better, or that we'll finally meet a guy who will change our thoughts on all of this.

Truthfully, if a guy puts you through any of what I just mentioned, he's not for you -- and neither is the next guy who does the same thing, but this does not and will not ever mean that “all guys are the same.” People claim that our generation ruined love, so we settle for less than we deserve because we're so brainwashed that we won't find anything better. I know it's out there, but if we keep playing into the empty promises and placing these repetitive cycles of mental chaos on the same level as "love," we will never get any better. It sounds cliché, but people who want to be in your life will be in your life. As much as it hurts to know that someone you invested so much time and effort in is not willing to do the same, it's only another lesson from which you should live, learn and move on. Any type of healthy relationship needs to be a two-way street. I repeat, any type of healthy relationship needs to be a two-way street. I am well aware that it feels impossible to drown him out and focus on yourself- probably because you've never done it successfully before, despite numerous attempts -- but I assure you, it is possible, and if you ever did get an explanation out of him, it will be nothing compared to what you wanted or even expected to hear. Life is way too short to waste it pleasing an empty soul, and all he has done is prove that he doesn't deserve to experience it with you. So, stop waiting for him to contact you, and don't make excuses for not deleting him on all of your social media. Just do it, and thank me later. Don’t worry about seeking answers or planning out what you’re going to say if he tries to reach you in the future because you owe him the equivalent of what he’s given you -- absolutely nothing.