Dear Girl

the end

A couple of days later, right after my birthday, I got on Facebook. What I saw next made me nauseous.

You had Facebook married some random guy. You had been making posts about him. You had called him your boyfriend. You had told him you loved him.

I was very confused. Who was this? Were you dating him? Why did this happen? You had talked before about never trusting anyone and never wanting to get hurt and always wanting to be single, and told me no because you weren't "stable enough" for a relationship.

But then you dated some guy you just met?

Honestly it wasn't the fact that you weren't with me that made me upset, it was the fact that you didn't tell me. It was the fact that you led me on hard and didn't let me know it wasn't serious.

I asked if he was your boyfriend, and you confirmed it, but with no sincerity in your replies. You didn't care. You threw me away.

You didn't care about my feelings. You gave no shits. You didn't care that you didn't tell me. You tried to make me seem like the bad guy even though I did nothing.

God forbid I ask why you didn't tell me.

Why did you kiss me when you had a new boyfriend? Why didn't you just tell me?

You could have saved our friendship. We had something special. But you cut me off for some boy.

I became sick. I didn't eat. I didn't sleep. In fact, that's exactly what's going on right now. It's almost been a week and I still can't eat or sleep. I'm fucked up over this.

Idk if I'm angry at you, sad you played with me, or glad you're moving away.

I'm just so very confused.

Everyone inevitably leaves me, and I thought we'd just end by you moving.

I didn't want it to end like this.