Dear Ex,

I gave you my everything. Everything that you had ever wanted, ever wished for, and ever dreamed of. You had said it yourself, not once, not twice, but many, many times. Even during the moment where you decided to tear my heart from my chest, you had said it.

Why did you even do it then? Why would you do something like this, when I was your world, and you were mine. When we had an amazing relationship with few bumps in the road. A relationship based on a true love. A relationship that could have lasted longer; much, much longer. I reminded you that you were beautiful every single day, I let you know how proud I was of you and your accomplishments every day, and I said ‘I love you’ much more than once a day, and meant it with all my heart, every time. I wasn’t afraid afraid to look you in the eyes and say ‘I love you’. I wasn’t afraid to be myself in front of you. I wasn’t afraid to goof off and be silly, tell a lame joke, or worry about perfecting everything I said. I wasn’t afraid to tell you how I truly felt about you. My kindest and sweetest words had brought you to tears of joy, much more than just once. I did these things and so, so much more; I gave my everything to make you happy, and you always were. You cannot deny that. We were nearly perfect together. There was never a problem.

So, back to my question. Why did you do it? Why did you lose feelings for me, when you had never been happier before in your life, and when I did so much for you? Why did you end up with feelings for another person? Why did you lie bluntly to my face about it, only to admit it days later? Why did you make things so much harder than they had to be? Why did you have to wait to tell me that you were developing feelings for another guy, when if you were to tell me when it started, I would have respected you as I did at all times, and we could have talked? Maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe we could have compromised. If you truly loved me, this wouldn’t have happened. If you truly loved me, you would have figured something out. You would have tried. You would have forgotten about that person. You never did any of those things. How do I know that you truly loved me now? I do not know. Chances are, I never will.