Hey, how are you? I hope you’re well. I have no idea, though, but I really hope you are okay. There’s A LOT that I have to tell you, but I don’t know how and I don’t know if you’ll do more than pretend you don’t care. So I’m letting it out, here.
I’m gonna keep this short and sweet. You gave up on us. If it ever comes up in your mind, don’t kid yourself and tell yourself you didn’t. We were happy, we never fought, we never made the other feel like shit, you just thought there was some difference growing between us and there really wasn’t. We both got busy with school, and you tried to “fix things” internally, and that’s just not how you fix a relationship, you gotta work on shit together.
I’d like to say I hope you’re happy with your new beau, but that would be lying to myself. I hope you two don’t work out at all. I hope you feel the pain that I’m going through, so you know what it’s like to be part of someone’s childish mistake. We had true love. Real love. We were going to go places in life. And you chose to throw everything we had away, and so nonchalantly move on in a week. You told me I could at least reach out to you and talk to you about something if I had a hard time with work or family, so I tried, and you were cold and distant. Maybe you have changed. Maybe you’ve become somebody I don’t want to know.
All in all, I wish you good luck. Should our paths cross again someday, I hope you have the courage to at least wave hello. I hope by that time you’ll be the mature adult that I once thought you were.