I hate that you are trying to rob my friends from me. You know I hate it and that's exactly why you do it. You're so social and you can have any friends you want.
Sometimes I wonder why you tried to convince me to have sex with me. Why you didn' t listen when I told you you are way more conservative than me. All in the beginning. You didn't want to hear it. It's so weird to realize afterwards that I was right, that you couldn't handle experimental me. Go and grab your chances of having the life you want. You have many more chances than I do. You are a pretty, sassy, fun, smart girl. You can have any man you want. So why don't you go and grab'm and leave me alone?
I wonder if you are having it just as easy to get over me as with your ex-bf you dumped to get with me. I know that I won't like the man you'll end up with, who will certainly be a responsible, smart, handsome, funny guy. And in a way I do hope that's what the future holds for you, and I do think you deserve that happiness, which you will undoubtedly get. But I am secretly afraid for that boy. I hope you will love him. No man can ever be sure that you truly love him.
I sometimes wonder what was true of what you told me. Was I really your true love? Then why did you behave the way you did, trying to damage me and hurt me the way you did... I don't want to be friends with you, I don't ever want to be with you again. I don't hate you, although I do hate you when you invite all my friends without me, when you rob me of good nights out, when you make me look like a loner, a socially awkward nerd, when you control my social life, which in my opinion you have no right to. But I do know that, one day, you will look into the mirror and realize you were wrong for doing this, and will feel like a bad person. I secretly hope you do, but on the other hand, I don't really care how you will feel. Actually, I would secretly want to whisper in your ear that you're just a little (or very) crazy, but that you're not bad. I'd like to console you and help you move on. Get yourself the man you want, be happy, and let me live my life. In the end, none of this all will matter. We will both have moved on, and think back on this great intense but awkwardly weird relation we had. None of us two will ever experience something alike. Good luck. I wish you well.