Dear D,

It is almost two years since we met each other. I’ll always remember the first moment we locked eyes, the passion that was hidden behind a pair of Ray-Bans that flourished into the best relationship and the best two years of my life. I wanted to give the world to you and expected so little in return. I just wanted someone to listen to me, a guy to let me know that the world wasn’t such a bad place as long as I was with you. The day I was going to ask you to marry me, ring in hand, I knew something was wrong, so I held back. Then you broke up with me. Through a Facebook message. With a cop-out reason.

How dare you? I gave you everything I had, with the most sincere dedication, to not even hear (what I can only imagine) the tremble in your voice so I knew that you actually cared about me. Looking back now, you never cared about me. You only tried to mimic me in the things I did for you. I don’t know why you wanted to date me, but it clearly wasn’t for the commitment you told me about in the beginning. The two years you were with me were the biggest lie you ever told yourself. At least I can say that that I was truthful with my feelings.

I am so unabashedly disappointed in you. You put yourself on such a high pedestal that there can be no return from this fall from grace. The friendship that you wanted after we broke up will never happen. Find some other guy to trick.

Not-so-sincerely,
C, age 24