Now that I don’t have feelings for you I’m not sure what to say, but I’m sure this will give way to anger in a moment. We really were close, and had a connection that I’ve had with very few other people. I think that may have been because we lived so far away from each other. I couldn’t see the way you flirted with everyone. The way I wasn’t important, how I was just another pawn to be manipulated. The way you teased them, knowing you would never give anything up and receive all you wanted. Attention. Love. People telling you that you were great.
Well it isn’t true. You aren’t great. You’re pretty average. Just another person. I’m not saying I’m above and beyond the mediocrity, but at least I realize it. You are so full of yourself, and I cannot believe I didn’t see that. I loved you so much, but all of that was wasted because all you did was take.
I remember calling you when I was having a fit of depression. You asked me what was wrong, and then we had a two hour conversation about how you weren’t sure what guy you liked and had almost fucked one of them and you felt bad about it. It’s about time someone takes you and breaks you and shows that you aren’t the perfect you you think you are. I can’t wait.
Fuck you, and fuck your stars.
With no love and complete sincerity,