Dear... The Boy Who Broke My Heart
Hi. I'm not sure how to start this if I'm being completely honest. I guess I should start by telling you I am still head over heels in love with you. Oops.
You broke me, B. You made me so many promises and then just broke them all. You promised to never hurt me, to always be there for me, to always love me, to marry me. Remember that one? That night in my basement when I couldn't let you go, you made me get up and you got down on one knee. It was real. I meant it when I said yes. I still do.
Did you tell anyone? After you hung up on me that final night, did you tell anyone? Maybe you told her. The girl you promised meant nothing. The girl who was always there begging for your attention. Was she worth it, honey?
Do the drugs love you better than I did? Do they make you feel more whole? Do they help you forget all of the memories that still haunt me seven months later?
I also need to let you know that I forgive you. I forgive you, even though you might not be sorry, even though you might think you did the right thing. I forgive you for hurting me because I love you and don't want to spend my life wishing for your downfall. I want you to be happy, B.
I will always love you, B. You were my first date, first kiss, first love, first fiance.
I'm still here for you, just like I promised. Always and forever.