You were different, you were special. I thought that i was finally getting rewarded for being a good person . You were peanut butter to my jelly, you were Julie Taylor to my Matt Saracen, I thought you were different, I saw something in you that no one else saw. I saw your never ending will to succeed on the field, in the classroom and most importantly in life . I saw the things no one else could see , like the way your beautiful eyes would sparkle when you would sing every song on the radio regardless if you knew the words or not. You tore down my walls and I let you. I let you in , i let you be that one person I could tell anything, you were my personal journal. Every emotion , every struggle , every success i had you knew . I saw you as the one for me , you were the reason to wake up in the morning, you were the reason I smiled , also you were the reason I cried . I gave you the key to my heart and you just broke it. I will never know if you intentionally did it, but you did it none to less. Weather it was a facebook status saying you were in a relationship or was it that fact that you didn’t expect me to find out. Or was it 1 week later when you ended it with him and you came running back looking for the “old me ” back , looking for the compassion and love I had given you hundreds of times before. Or maby it was 1 day later when You decided to text me after my end of football season award ceremony knowing I just had won an award, saying that you were with a new guy and to “please don’t be mad” . I wasn’t mad , I wasn’t upset as I had been before. I expected everything you had done . I was beyond the sleepless nights , I was beyond the tear filled conversations to myself. I was done asking myself why wasn’t I good enough because to be honest I was damn near perfect to you. But now you have the audacity to message me telling me I’m immature for posting a story on my page about you, right after you spammed everyone’s social media’s with countless pictures of you and your new man acting like you have been together for years and church bells are ringing in your ears. I’m sorry that you didn’t realize that myself and my friends aren’t stupid . The whole world knows you used me and you’re scared to face the consequences. You expected me to just leave with my head in between my legs and hide , but no I’m not going away easy. I’m not gonna let you be happy without having to feel the least bit guilty . Because you used me over and over again and that is unacceptable. You chose your new underclassman friends over your friends who have been there for you the last 6 years. But that’s alright I’m just glad to meet the real you before graduation because I promise you when you are sitting in the white wooden chairs and you see me give are farewell speech at graduation your going to regret what you have done to me . But until then enjoy your new life , with your new friends and your new man. Just know I won’t be here when it all hits the fan like I have been before.