My love,
i've written you a lot of letters like this. i know i'll never actually give them to you, but it's nice to pretend i'm that brave. this, however, is the last letter i'm ever going to write to you.
i don't remember how we started talking, how we became friends. i don't remember the exact moment i wanted to be more than that. although there's a lot i don't remember, our story, what happened between us, is something i'll never forget.
i want you to know that you were my first love. i honestly, truly loved you. and i think about you still. and i think a part of me will always love you, but that doesn't mean the rest of me has to. aside from that part of me, i am done with you. i am over it. and i plan to keep it that way.
i want you to know that you hurt me. i gave you my heart, and you shredded it into a thousand pieces. you never really loved me; if you did, you would have tried to make this work. i tried with all my heart, and all my soul, but a relationship can't be one-sided. you never really love me; if you did, you wouldn't have led me on for all those months only to hook up with my best friend. you never really loved me; this was purely a game to you. well, congratulations. you've won. i hope you're happy. game over.
sometimes i hope you still think about me. i hope it saddens you. i hope you feel some of the pain you caused me. i really don't think you understand how much it hurt when you let me down.
i'm sorry things ended like they did. i honestly wish there could have been more to us than purely "some thing." i regret the time i wasted loving you, but i have grown and learned from it. i find i can be more empathetic towards others because of what happened between us.
if i ever see you again, i will probably lose all the progress i have made in the past few months, but i'd like to believe i could smile and simply walk away.
