I honestly thought you were different. I met you at my friend’s church, and you just seemed like this innocent guy who was just plain interested in me. I had just gotten out of a break up, and I was really apprehensive at first, but you made me feel like it was okay. I wasn’t ready to date you, but I didn’t want you to leave. And by the time it was over, I was finally feeling it, and you weren’t.
You left with no explanation, I was left with only what I thought went wrong. My lack of God, your over abundance of God…I had no idea. I just know that it hurt. Really fucking bad. I just thought that if I had known that you were going to treat me this way, I never would have started this relationship. I sometimes thought that you hurt me more than the previous boyfriend, because at least I knew why he hated me.
Several months went by, and the aching hurt I felt from our break up slowly started to fade. I got used to the fact that you wanted nothing to do with me, and I began to come to terms with it. Then one night, out of nowhere, you show up. You hang out with me and my friends, start flirting with me and start being affectionate, and of course I melt. I had wanted that so bad. You acted like we were fine again, like you were my boyfriend. And through the course of that two days, I expected you to change your mind, but you didn’t. It would have been so much easier to deal with if you had changed your mind then. Because when you did change it two weeks later, I was already used to you again. And when you left, my heart shattered again. And it shattered even more when you went to her, of all people.
I just want to say that I honestly hope you are happy with her, and that you can deal with her crazy. I thought you were a good guy, but you are completely different from who I thought you were. I always thought that out of the two of you, you would be the better guy in the long run, but…I guess I was wrong.