To the guy I thought I knew,
Let me start off by saying this isn’t a letter that I’m writing at the spur of the moment. I’ve been sitting on this for a week because I thought my anger and frustration would pass, but it hasn’t yet. You and I have been friends for almost four years, and I still can’t figure out how in the world we ended up here. By here, I mean going from best friends who stayed up for hours on end talking through the night about our futures and what we hoped would become of them, to you only calling me whenever you feel lonely. Everyone always tells me that I deserve better, and that I should leave you in the dust, turn my head, and never look back. I could never bring myself to do that to you because even if you are the worst, my best friend is still deep down in there… somewhere.
You were the guy who:
- took me by the hand on my first date and told me he would never go anywhere
- received the call that I had been accepted into the University of Tampa
- heard the call that I obtained my first internship
- held me close when I experienced my first severe anxiety attack
- cradled my face after my first kiss
- I had ever blindly fallen head over heals in love with, only to have my heart broken time and time again
- manipulated my feelings for you to the point that I was wrapped around your finger and would do anything you said (to an extent).
There are moments that I will never forgive you for, and we still haven’t spoken about them yet. For example, you ripped my heart out when you completely lied to my face that you would be my support when I left for college. I never thought I could hate you, and before then I hadn’t cried over you since the first time you broke my heart my junior year of high school. I don’t think we’ll ever talk about it, but I would eventually like an explanation.
There is one thing I want to know. At what point did I go from your friend to just a side piece booty call? We haven’t spoken in a week! If you still valued our friendship, you should have checked up on me once. But you know what? I’m glad you haven’t because it reminds me that you’re a terrible person and that I know that I deserve to be treated like the queen I am. So thank you for being so stupid and burning that bridge yourself. I’m on the path to becoming the best version of myself, and I have you to thank for that progress. So when you need to get your rocks off in like a month or so, you can scroll right past my name.
Forget you!
The Girl You Did Wrong