Letter To HER
You know exactly who you are, and you probably know what i’m about to say. well here it goes. I’ve never been so hurt or disrespected by anyone other than you, the shit you sent me in that long ass text message was hurtful and I honestly think you sent that just because you wanted to push me away, or just wanted to hurt me idk. And than that “apology” was bs, because I felt you didn’t mean it, because the apology WAS STILL ABOUT YOU, as Leo’s we can be pretty self-centered/arrogant but I know when you’re trying to apologizes to someone you don’t make it about you. Now some of the stuff you said was right, I was too nice too you, and I’m sensitive but It does not make me any less of many because honestly I’m not a man YET, I said I was just to play with you. When you said you liked me, I wanted to believe you, but I didn’t…I just talked to you because I liked you that much, and I hoped one day you’d feel the same about me. When you said I had no backbone, that was complete bullshit that was really inaccurate because ask anyone, I don’t take shit from nobody, I only took it from you because I knew you had a lot going on in your life, and I didn’t want to add to the drama, I wanted to be the one thing that you could be happy about in your life. I never treated any girl the way I treated you , and I never took any of her bs either. When you said there’s always something wrong with me, that’s not true because you always asked what’s on my mind or how I’m feeling, and me making the mistake of trusting you told you like a dumbass, and it blew up in my face. When you said I was obsessed with you, that hurt the most, I wasn’t obsessed, I did all that just to make you feel special because of what your ex did to you, and I wanted to be the exception. I saw the post about how I was the perfect guy (or I think it was about me) I did and gave you all of those things times 3, but the reason why I stopped talking to you, or don’t hit you up no more is, I don’t trust you. You said you liked me, but you never proved it, you never told me why other than I’m cute or that I’m sweet, and that’s all superficial, you would say you don’t know me, well that’s because I gave 90% into our “relationship” and you gave 10% but I still wanted you. You never tried to get to know me, or the real me, and when you said I’ve got my own problems I’m dealing with, that was fucked up, because yeah I do have problems too, and I told about the small ones, If you knew about the REALone’s then you’d probably run the first chance you got. Basically what I’m saying is, you treated me like SHIT!!, and for no reason, I never did anything to you. Want to hear the saddest part? I still care/want you, but I can’t trust you therefore, I don’t want to put myself in another situation like what we Just got out of. After 5 months of knowing you, I’ll never forget you, call me obsessed, weird, simp, pussy, whatever you wan’t but I love you, and I always will. The reason why I did all those things is because I loved you, and I always will. You say you tried to fix things, no you didn’t, you can lie to yourself and say you did, but ask anybody, you did not. That night at the football game, you straight up flirted with that one nigga Elijah right in front of me, and completely ignored and bitched at me the whole night, and THEN you left me standing there to go walk somewhere with Andre. I’m not a jealous dude, never have been , but that was straight up wrong and disrespectful, and I did nothing to deserve that. Well this is me ending my letter, you’ll always be remembered as the first girl I loved without sex, and that’s a good thing. I’ll never forget you, and I’ll always love you, always. But you’re the girl who literally broke my heart in half, and crushed it. I’ll always be sweet to other girls, and be respectful, but I’ll never trust them off the bat, because I trusted you , and look what happened to me. I hope you find what you’re looking for, from the bottom of my heart truly I do. I hoped/wished it was me, but until you really, like really want to patch things up, then what your looking for isn’t me I’m sorry. Call me obsessed, call me simp, sprung, creepy, weird, whatever you want, I’m beginning to not care about what people think/say about me because you said some hurtful shit, and I’m starting to get over it, but I love you, I honestly and truly do, I hope you saw when were talking to each other, if not, oh well…but I do, still, and will lways love you
