Dear Trouble,

Trouble: the nickname my friends and I can up for you. A word that I still associate with you, though it’s been months since we’ve actually talked. Maybe one day, it’ll mean just that and have nothing to do with you.

Three Years: we spent three years on and off. Never truly going out because I said I’d never date you but always being more than friends. After all, I wouldn’t had done the things I did with you with just anybody. You weren’t just anybody to me.

Abusive: that’s what my friends call your behavior. Yes, you’re manipulative and demanding. But maybe I was too naive and willing to give in. Even now, I wear rose-tinted glasses when I think of you. No, you weren’t abusive. You just got physical and you’re a smooth talker. A part of me misses that silver tongue and the things it could say and do.

Moving On: I deserve so much better than you. I know that and I’ve know that for awhile now. So I’m going to work on myself and I’ll find someone new. Someone who treats me better than you did. Yes, you were kind, sweet, and funny. But it was false. I stopped to smell the roses too damn long with you and became trapped. Now, I know better. Thank you for the lessons you taught.

But: There will always be a “but” with you. I love you so much. Despite all the wrongs you did against me, I forgive you. I love you. I will always answer your text messages. I will still help you if possible. I hope you get all you deserve in life.

Sincerely,

You Put Me Through Hell and I Called It Love 💔