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I remember on the day you asked me out, I was so excited. I said yes and I immediately became attached. We were going strong, everything was fine.
Except it really wasn't.
Less than a week later, you broke up with me. Rumors flew across the school like a wild fire, and I heard some things I didn't want to believe. Surely, you couldn't have already cheated on me.
Exactly one week after that, you asked me out again. Why did I say yes? Everything was fine. Except it really wasn't.
The next day, you broke up with me. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But I dealt with it, and I tried to mask my pain.
We talked it out, and we decided to be friends.
I remember very specifically how every night, there was new person you would text me about, a new person you wanted to date. I did my best to help you, but it hurt so much to tell you what the best way to ask someone out was.
Then, after you had been in four more relationships and I had watched you go through that pain of breakups, you asked me out again. Why the fuck did I say yes?
Not to my surprise, you broke up with me the next day so you could go back to dating one of the other people you had recently been in a relationship with.
But when you found out he had used you to cheat on someone else, you texted me and asked me to help you get revenge. And just like always, I said yes.
So we got revenge, and I almost got arrested for it, and I ended up hating you more and more with every passing hour.
Three weeks after that, with supposed friendship between us and lots of other relationships for you, you asked me out for the fourth time. But I had learned my lesson. I said no. You were pissed, but I didn't care.
I used to think I needed you in order to be happy, but you were what was making me the most depressed.
P.S. All those promises from before, I don't find them valid anymore darling. Don't expect anything from me ever again, especially not my love.
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