Austin,

I don’t know what I did, but you don’t want to talk to me. You talk about me all the time, according to our friends, but you don’t want to see me. All you’ve said to a friend is that we never got to see each other because of the distance. Well, I know that, but that doesn’t explain why you act the way you do. When did you become so immature towards…everything – towards life, towards your friends, your parents…everything.

What did I do to you that was so bad that you can’t bear to see me but you can talk to other people about?! What the hell did I do to you?! Love you?! Disapprove of your partying, that probably brought you down in the first place. I don’t understand!

I tried so damn hard to make it work, but towards the end, you seemed to become so disinterested in us – like you really didn’t give a damn about us or me, for that matter. You never seemed to put forth as much effort as I did. Did you fake it towards the end? It seemed like I was second in your life of partying, drinking, and, from what I hear, smoking who knows what. Did you cheat on me with HER, that girl you moved in with? You weren’t like that when we started dating. You weren’t like that when we began college, but something in you changed drastically after a few months. I ignored it and went on because I loved you too much to acknowledge what I was feeling – betrayed.

I want to know what the hell I did to you. As far as I’m concerned, I loved you too much to let you go. I should have let you go way before I did. Here’s a memo – it’s over. Stop talking about me if you’re over it. You say you are, but talking about me all the time doesn’t prove that statement. Yes, I’m still heartbroken because I am so confused as to what I ever did to you that warranted ignoring me when you asked if we could stay friends – like we were before we dated. If I could go back, I would say no to dating you. I’ve lost a friend and I’m not sure it was worth that.

Here’s to words you’ll never receive…

– The girl you “hate”