I tried so hard to convince myself that I forgave you. That everything was good and that I could forget the past and move one, but the truth of the matter is that I am bitter, and I blame you. I trusted you, I believed that you cared, and I let you treat me like trash because I cared so much. With my faith in you, you lied to me, toyed with me, and used me in a way I really didn’t deserve.
I am with someone else now, and I am happy. TRULY happy. Happier than I ever thought I was with you. He treats me like a princess and he actually cares about me and not what is between my legs. However, I find myself in a state of distress when I see you in the hallway, when I hear about you, and especially when people speak highly of you, because they don’t know you like I know you. They don’t see the scum that you really are.
I have learned some things about you since we broke up. I have learned the type of person you really are. You are an immature, sexually charged BOY, who can’t be emotionally attached because the girls who actually care about you as a person, won’t give you any. I found out about your random escapades and sexual encounters and how you are trying to get certain easy girls to have sex with you. I never in my wildest dreams though you to be that bad of a person. I thought you had a little bit of substance to you. You are SO smart, yet somehow, you find yourself following the wrong brain.
Learning all of this didn’t bother me. In fact, I laughed. It made me happy to find out that you were desperate enough to act the way you do when I am so happy. The fact that I had these thoughts troubles me though. I shouldn’t wish misery upon you. I shouldn’t be bitter. I should forgive and forget, but I guess you make that really hard.
I just want you to know that this is how I feel about you. I care. I do. I hope that someday you will grow up and be able to have what I have. I hope that I will become desensitized to your name. I hope that you don’t do something stupid. And more than anything, I hope that I can forgive you and then forget you because I can’t let you affect my current relationship. I WON’T. I miss you. I miss your friendship, but I will never have that with you again. Its my fault for ever thinking we’d be a good match, but its your fault for proving me wrong.
Better Off Now