So I wrote my ex-boyfriend to get closure since he wouldn't tell me why he broke up with me. He told me the day after I gave him this that he broke up with me for another girl. I think this might be one of the hardest things I have ever had to write, yet it means the most. Enjoy.
You might not realize what you have until it's gone, but I never realized what I was missing until you walked into my life. I know that everything happens for a reason, and maybe we weren't meant to be together for a while, but I think our time ran short. It bothers me that you can't give me a straight answer. It bothers me that you won't even try. It bothers me that you tell every person who asks you what happened, a different reason. And it also bothers me that you made this decision over a weekend away, and didn't even talk to your best friend. We had all these plans and ideas, some were for the weekend, some on certain days, some further away. So what really happened? What made you change your mind? I don't want to hear that it didn't feel right, or you thought you'd feel more, or you needed a change. I want the truth. Everyone said you seemed so happy around me, so was it all a lie? Was everything you told me a lie? Every little bit about how terrible it would be to not see me? A week ago, I took what you said walking to the bus stop as a sign that you were falling for me, like I was falling for you. I would have done, and still would, do anything for you. Have you ever been in love? Was it frightening for you to be getting so close to someone so quick, maybe? You destroyed me, and it came out of nowhere. I know that this is not my fault, but I at least want a straight answer, or even another chance. If we could just try this again, just day by day, and work on whatever we need to be on the same page, I would be more than willing. Being with you is one of the greatest things I have ever done, and I was so proud of myself that I had enough courage to ask you out, and the end result wasn't me getting stood up or having a pity date. It was real.
I will always remember our first date. You asked me what my favorite food was, and I had no clue cause I was so nervous. I called Kate and asked her, and we finally decided that I should text you back saying that you should pick since I asked you out. I wore my long plaid shirt with my teal belt, black tights and cowboy boots. You wore a button up shirt and blue jeans. We went to Moongate on Pearl and it was so much fun. I was so nervous, and I could tell you were too, and that made me relax a little. We talked the entire time about everything. Work, school, friends, our day, nothing was off limits. When we finally walked back to your car, you said that you were thinking about going up to the mountains, but because you didn't have a jacket, and mine wasn't that warm, we should just go back to my place. So we did, and we grabbed a blanket and laid outside looking up at the stars. I was so nervous, I was just talking and talking, and after hearing me talk for an hour, you leaned over and kissed me. Hard enough that it surprised me but soft enough that when you pulled away, I was speechless. I told you that you knew how to shut me up and we both laughed. Eventually we both got cold and went inside to my room, turned on my Christmas lights and just talked about music. When you left, I gave you a kiss at the door, and just as I had shut it, Craig squealed. He was so happy for me. And I was happy too. Everything went so well. That following weekend was Homecoming, and it was fun being able to work with you and no one but Pat knew that we had gone on a date. It was our little secret.
You destroyed me Wednesday night when you came over. My confidence, energy, and hope was shot. I have never been so confused, frustrated, disappointed and depressed all at the same time. I have never felt like this around anyone before. You meant the world to me, and unfortunately still do. Seeing you create a party on facebook just threw everything in my face. It was like you were moving on, and I am just a piece of film stuck in the projector repeating myself. With you, it was different. It wasn't just a physical attraction and relationship, it was personality. We complemented each other. We could just sit on the sofa and watch TV, and I would be a million times happier than I was earlier in the day, even if I had a fantastic day. People said we looked so happy that we made other people happy. We gave other people hope on finding something like us. We were so comfortable around each other. I feel like I could have told you anything, you were my best friend. So by losing us, I didn't just lose someone I was in a relationship with, I lost my best friend.
This will be the last time I confront you on this. I might want to again, but I will fight every bone in my body from it. Everything will be strictly professional and I will bite my lip and smile when you say hi in the office. I really hope you can someday give me closure or a second chance. I know the latter is a long shot, but a girl can hope, right?