I hope you feel terrible. I hope when you have to explain this to your friends and family that you cry. I hope you know that you are the shittiest person. You son of a bitch. It sucks to think that you once wrote me a letter saying how head over heels in love with me you were, and now look at us. I hope she was worth it. I hope that “kiss” was the best kiss of your life for not pushing her away. Because you lost something you’ll never get back. And I, will be just fine without you. You lost something great. Something people look their whole lives for. And I guess I didn’t write up my dream guy perfectly. Probably should add some stuff. But what my hope is, is that I can remember that I was great without you, and that you suck.
Why did I think I was any different? You did this to your last girlfriend too. But you one uped me, you made out with the girl before we broke up. Classy move. I guess you didn’t care about me very much after all.
I thought you were supposed to be my best friend. Best friends don’t do that to each other.
Like of course you don’t feel a fucking spark anymore, this isn’t the honeymoon stage. What matters is that you still love me. But I’m not so sure I believe you.
And you have the audacity to ask if I still love you? Of course I love you! You know what I was going to do for valentines day? CAMPING. That’s how much I fucking loved you you asshole.
Honestly I hate you.
—->If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life…
You’re not the girl I thought you were