I miss you. Every. Damn. Day. And I wish more than anything that I would just stop caring. But you were the love of my life, we talked about our future and just two weeks before I found out you were lying, you asked me to move in with you, and even talked about proposing. I wish I would have told you how bad you hurt me. I wish I would have told you how pissed I was when you tried to blame everything on me. I hate that your best friends asked me how I was doing more often than you did.
You were 13 hours away, but only a call away from hearing my voice and yet you never tried hard enough. I loved you so much, and I still love you so much it hurts. Now, you’re moving in with her, and I am sure I will see an engagement post soon enough and it makes me sick. Thats supposed to be us. But then I also think how quickly I outgrew you. How much good I have ahead of me in my life and how I do not want to let you ruin that for me. I thought you were the one, but maybe you were just the one to teach me to never except less than I deserve. I am still angry and hurt and I still love you, as I promised I would forever. I wonder if you ever even think of me…do you laugh at all our good memories, or am I just a mistake you want to forget about? I have so many questions and I will never get the answers. So I guess, good luck with the rest of your life and I hope she’s worth everything you put me through.