the heartbreaker

↠ dearnumber4

dear number 4,

the two of us were the most popular girl and boy, respectively, in our grade at the time we dated. the two of us getting together was just bound to happen eventually. the thing is, you would do anything - even date me - to keep your title. but the difference between the two of us? i really don't give a shit about titles. if i'm popular, i'm popular. if i'm not, i'm not.

but you cared so much about our relationship because of your title, and you came of it on the bottom of the ladder; i didn't care and once we broke up, i was more popular than ever.

i didn't exactly break your heart, but i broke your philosophy on life.

popularity was what you thrived on, and i took that from you.

so that's what broke your heart; not me.

sure, i'm a little shit. no doubt about it. i break girls hearts with zero remorse. but your heart was broken not by me directly, but by something i did.

i messed up your life.

our relationship, while it lasted, was blissful. it was a blissful month of make out sessions and alcohol and smoke - on my part, at least. while you participated in the make out sessions, you always politely declined the latter two.

gotta keep being that perfect popular girl, ya know? no matter what, you still gotta be little miss perfect. no escaping from that ideal, none at all.

you were given so many chances to stop being little miss perfect, and you just wouldn't.

that's why we don't fit; why we never did.

no one who dates someone like me can be little miss perfect; i'm too fucked up for that - there is no redemption for me at this point, there was none then.

i'm sorry, miss perfect, for breaking your heart, but there was no chance for the two of us. as numbers 2 and 3 depict, i was lost easily after number 1.

as i'm sure you and number 2 are still friends, you two (and maybe even number 3- that i'm not sure of) will get together after reading these letters. and no, i'm not being a jackass by referring to you guys as numbers- it's a way to keep anonymity. i don't want you guys hurting number 1 more than you already have.

i broke your heart, and i guess i'm sorry. but, you still got your scholarship, you're still in college, so i think you're fine.

i don't think this letter will do anything for you; after your read it, you can go and cry to your friends and your perfect college prep dude boyfriend.

i don't really give a shit.

from,

mr. fucked up.