I loved you…I did everything in my power to make you happy. There wasn’t anything you had to worry about because I took care of it all. Anything you needed, I got it. Anything you wanted, I got it. When you wanted to do something, I did it. I loved you with every single cell in my body, but it just wasn’t good enough. Sometimes you made me feel like the happiest girl on the world, you’d say the sweetest things, do the most romantic things. But then, there were times you made me feel like I was worthless. You’d say hurtful things, call me every name in the book. You’d tell me that you could have any girl you wanted, and you didn’t need me. The first time you cheated on me, I thought it was my fault. Maybe I wasn’t giving you enough attention, maybe I was suffocating you, maybe I just wasn’t good enough. You left me after I begged and begged to try and work everything out. I wanted to make it better. I was willing to forget about you cheating! But you left. So, I went and acted like I was fine. People would ask me how I was doing and I would lie. I’d tell them, “I’m perfectly fine his lost.” But deep down, I was dying. The pain was unbearable. I’d cry myself to sleep every night, I distanced myself from everybody. A few months later, I thought I was over you. I was going out on dates, finally living life. Then you called me. You told me you missed me, that you messed up, you wanted me back. Like a idiot, I went. We stayed together a few months. First month was amazing, then everything went back to the way it was before. I ended up leaving you this time. I walked away, I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was going to love you from a distance. You got back with the girl you cheated on me with. She beat you, she doesn’t like your kids, she talks down to you all the time, you’ve lost so many friends, you’ve lost so many opportunities because of HER. Nobody likes her, everybody tells you that they wished you would get back with me, but you don’t listen. You texted me the other day. It’s been 9 months since we broke up, and you reached out to me. We hung out for a few days. You told me you were done with her, she was psychotic and you didn’t need that in your life. I called you yesterday and you ignored my call. That triggered something, so I went for a ride. She lives 3 miles from my house. I was praying you weren’t there, but you were. I was furious. I texted your sister telling her. She told me to text you so I did. I told you I knew you were over there and to never contact me again. You never responded. I woke up this morning with a text from you asking “what are you doing?” Seriously. I replied and I told you how I felt. You admitted that you went to see her. I told you that apparently I wasn’t good enough for you and that if that’s the type of girl you wanted then go for it because I wasn’t dealing with any of the drama anymore. You replied, “I’m sorry you feel that way” Then you told me “I just enjoy hanging out with you, that you’re easy to talk too.” I told you to delete my number. You broke me. You’ve shattered my heart into a million pieces once again. But this time isn’t going to be like the last 2 times. This time I refuse to go back to you. I refuse to talk or see you. I’m going to let my heart heal. I’m not gonna love you from a distance anymore, because all that’s done is hurt me worse. You’ve made your decision. I hope your happy. I hope she is what you want. Must be since you keep going back to her. Our season has finally come to a end. The girl who didn’t think you could break her anymore, is finally shattered. I’ll heal, I’ll take time to heal my heart and fully get over you. To be honest, I am too good for you. So thank you for breaking me, thank you for showing your true colors, thank you for shattering my heart. I get to pick up the pieces and finally build myself up again. I may be broken now, but I’ll heal. You’ll always be broken. You’ll never learn. You’ll always be the cocky, arrogant, self centered jackass. I hope this letter finds you somehow and when it does, you’ll finally learn I’m done with you.