Dear ex,
We met in the most cliché way. You were the quiet guy in the back of the class and I was the awkward girl who was just learning to break out of her shell to make friends in college. On the very first day, we found out we have two classes together. We just kind of stared and never said anything. 3 weeks later we were standing in the hall waiting for Algebra to start and I said “I hate math.” Thise words sparked a whole new world for me because you finally gained the courage to speak to me. A week later we were “talking” and a few days after we made things official. I thought i’d found my one true love, my soulmate..we weren’t perfect by any means but you promised you’d stick with me and I did the same. Little did I know that this would all come crashing down in 2 months…I came over like I did every Tuesday and you said we needed to talk about some things. I already knew what that meant. The minute we walked into your room I asked “Are you about to breakup with me?” You said yes. My entire world crumbled and you tried to reassure me that I did nothing wrong and that I was different from all of your exes but you just don’t feel the same anymore..I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. Thanksgiving break came and a few days before we had to be back at school I txted you and told you that I would take you up on your offer to be friends..you accepted. Once school started back we were like the best of friends but then we started sleeping together. The second time we’d done it, you told me about a girl you’s slept with 2 days after we broke up to rebound. I’ve never been more hurt in my life. I pretended that it was fine and slightly told you how I felt. As days go by I keep pretending that i’m ok with our FWB relationship but here I am crying because I still love you. You think i’m over you but the only reason I sleep with you is because in those 15 minutes of passion, I feel you like you still care and then I break on the inside when it’s over because you’ll go back to doing whatever you want and i’ll go back to crying my eyes out at night wishing you still wanted me. I still love and I always will.
Love,
Hannah