Just about two years ago, I met you. A year ago, I fell in love with you. And now, look at where we are. It’s pathetic really. What happened? How did it go from us, to you and her, to all of us, to none?
It’s my fault, I admit it. I should have told you exactly how I felt the moment I felt it. But she was there, and we all know she gets exactly what she wants. In the end she hurt you, and I’ll never forgive myself for letting that happen. I should have been there for you; it should have been your side I took and I should have told you the moment it happened. I never wanted to see you hurt, so I waited as long as I could bare to wait. It appears that in the end the person who’s hurt the most is myself. Funny how that happens, huh. I love you. I’m more certain of that simple phrase then of anything else in my life. You truly are one of a kind. You don’t give yourself half the credit you deserve; you’re an amazing person. You could have any girl in the world, why you even thought about wasting your time with me is something I’ll never wrap my head around. But of course, everything must end, and now you’re saying this is goodbye. It hurts, I must admit. But what hurts more is knowing that despite all those times you told me you loved me and called me beautiful it was still her you desired to talk to more. When she told me all of what you said, I can’t even describe the amount of pain that flooded my body. Every ounce of blood in my body became suddenly heavy, every tear that fell from my eyes felt like anchors being thrown into the sea. I didn’t even have the strength to get up the next morning. I just slept until i couldn’t anymore, and then i lied there motionless staring at the rain outside. I felt sick to my stomach. I know you apologized, and I’m not mad. I knew you loved her, despite all those months you spent trying to convince me otherwise.
What hurts the most is that yet again you fail to see what’s right in front of you; her true colors. While you had that heart-to-heart, she was seeing someone ELSE. You still have no idea, which is why I’m writing this letter to you. I love you, which is why I must let you go. She does too. I’ll never be able to tell you all of things she’s done, and there’s no use ever trying to. I’ve caused you enough pain. One day, I promise, I’ll tell her how I felt about you. That way you’ll be able to be honest too; guilt free. But in the meanwhile, I hope you live happily and smile at every chance you get. Don’t waste your times on ungrateful girls or girls that are scared of their own best friends.
I love you, that will never change.