so, you managed to break down the cliche wall around my heart only to make me want to build it ten times higher after you left. we started off good, great even. we talked until the wee hours of the morning, joked around, critiqued movies, and bonded over our insanely awesome tastes in music. I went off to college in another city, and you went into the air force. our only form of connection was through phone calls, texts, or snapchat, which we certainly took advantage of. I showed you my body and soul, i gave you everything that i possibly could. i opened up, showed you the ugliness that has haunted me since i was a kid, showed you my struggles, my dreams, my passions, my world. then you said, “i need some time for myself,” which i gave you. only for you to “talk” to multiple good friends of mine + other women, and when you came crawling back, i accepted you with open arms. this continued for months. for months you lead me to believe i was your only one, when in reality during your little “times to yourself” you were, as taylor swift perfectly said, “out and about with some other girl.” i was yours one day, then the next i was free to whomever. you were back and forth so much, you gave me whiplash and i didn’t know which way was up! i stupidly believed you were mine. i was the dumb girl who would always take you back, i was the girl who supported you through your struggles, i was the girl you called crying at night, i was the girl who gave you a badass playlist of music to listen to whenever you missed home. i was your girl, but you were never my boy. but now, im happy. your’re back home, and im still away for school. you’re wondering what to do with your life, and i’m out living mine. you texted me the other day, and i didn’t reply. im content with where i am at right now, i am happy without you in my life. 3 months later i am finally at ease. now, all i can do is hope you find whatever happiness life decides to throw your way. best of luck. i hope i don’t see you anytime soon.