I wish we could have loved each other more. I loved you so much, but you changed. you turned into the type of boy that, unfortunately, I knew all too well. You were no longer a man in my eyes. When we met, I looked up to you. I thought you were way too good for me. I had so much respect for you until you destroyed it. You almost always wanted to do what you wanted to do. Sure, we did things I wanted to do but you almost never had a good time. I would feel awful when you didn’t enjoy yourself. You didn’t make a big effort to get to know my family or friends. I know if you read this, you would somehow blame me for that. I remember when you sent me a picture of yourself crying because you didn’t think I loved you, or you wanted something from me ( I’m not sure anymore because you like to change your story). Only an immature boy would do that. You were never willing to accept that you were wrong, and you are still the most hypocritical person I have ever met. I wish you would have out my needs before your wants. I wish you would have never said some of the things you did, and you never said “I’m sorry,” instead you just said, “maybe I don’t word things the best.” Yes, our breakup was mutual but the truth is that I deserve better and you need to grow up. You said you take comfort in the fact that we can be friends again someday. You say that I am too important to you, but I can’t be your friend. I need to cut you out of my life, no matter how hard it is. It’s time for us to go our separate ways, for good.