Dear boyfriend,

You are asleep downstairs right now. I can’t stand to sleep next to you because of how this week has gone. I am so tired of finding out that you and her are “reconnecting”. This is the third time you have “reconnected” or had her on the side, in the past year. In all reality I should leave you, I should have left you a long time ago. The problem with this is that I love you.

Love to me means so much more than what it means to you, that is obvious. How can you say you love me more, when on the day you told me you wanted to marry me, you were also calling your ex to talk about the secret camping trip she was planning for you two?

I wish you could understand what you are doing to me, I wish I could tell you how often I think about how untrustworthy you are, and yet I am acting like nothing is wrong. I just don’t know how to act around you. If I were to act the way I feel, I would be a walking zombie, one who cries and physically aches because of the hurt you caused me. You’ve left a hole in my heart.

Those flowers you gave me after I confronted you about her? They will die along with their apologetic meaning.

Signed,

They were right all along about you, age 20