To him.

I just want to get this off my chest so I can let go. Read if you want, it doesn’t matter to me.

I really liked you. For four mother fucking years. When you finally “liked” me, I let you do whatever you wanted. I sent you whatever you wanted, I did whatever you wanted, I did everything possible to keep you. You were all I cared about. My naive mind only thought about you and how I needed to look good for you and be the kind of person you wanted to be around. Even when you lost interest in me, I’d offer anything to get your attention. I tried to hang out near you, I tried to talk to you, I tried to be where you were. I tried so hard for a year after we dated to catch your eye again and make you want me. I can’t believe that you moved on to my so-called “best friend” after me. I can’t believe that you used her just the same way. I can’t believe you were like that to every girl. I can’t believe what a horrible, demeaning, disgusting player you are. I can’t believe that you make girls feel wanted and then throw them away when you get bored. I wasted so many years on you. I tried to move on, but I still wanted you. I finally moved on with my current relationship, but you’re trying to get in between. You keep calling, asking where I am. You keep texting, asking how I’m doing, and if I’m still with him. You keep trying to play the victim of your most recent breakup, but I see through it. I’m done with your bullshit. I moved on. You’re nothing to me anymore. I regret ever meeting you.