Dear Deadweight,
I would like to start by saying I really did try to put my standards aside, but you disappointed me when I did. Thanks for reminding me why they’re set so high, though. I gave you so many chances to tell me the truth, and yet you chose to lie. The crazy thing is my feelings wouldn’t have been hurt, because I knew in the end you were temporary. The only thing I was worried about was my time. All the time I wasted on you, I really wish I could get it back. Remember when you swore I was the only one? I wasn’t, but I still trusted you. Wow, maybe I was naïve or intentionally oblivious. It really sucks that even when I didn’t try, I still got attached. Maybe it’s because we spent almost every day together, and when we didn’t, you constantly texted me. I admit I had my faults too, but at least I didn’t push them all on you. Like the way you used to accuse me of the things you were doing behind my back. Every time I asked you to tell me the truth, I already knew the answer. I just wanted to see how much effort you put into the lie you were about to tell me. All the back and forth could have been avoided if you would’ve stated your intentions from the beginning. I guess what I’m really trying to say is, I’m sorry for making you comfortable enough to feel you could play with me.
My fault,
Dominique