We were friends. Best friends even. And that was all I wanted, at first. Then you got me into your bed, your life, and you weaseled your way into my heart, one day at a time until I couldn’t take it anymore. You told me you cared about me, that we’d be together, that you couldn’t imagine not having me there. Then, out of nowhere we were done. You found someone new and decided that what we had meant nothing. The last year and a half had absolutely no effect on you, and my feelings didn’t matter. I loved you with everything I had, I looked past all of my biggest insecurities and fears because I thought you wouldn’t hurt me, but you did. You hurt me, you destroyed me, and you lied to me.
Well now I’m done crying and I’m done being upset. I’m going to get over you, and yeah, it’s going to take time, but I’m going to find someone who deserves me, and not someone who can be cruel enough to string someone along until “something better” comes along. I hope to god for her sake she’s something better because I couldn’t wish this pain on anyone, not even my worst enemy, not even on you.
You broke my heart, you destroyed my reputation, and all of the walls I put up to protect myself, and now I slowly have to rebuild it all. Was it a waste of my time? No. It means I got the chance to love, to experience what some people never will, but I also experienced the heartbreak, and that’s something that I will probably never fully get over.