I hate how easy this has been for you. You ruined my life. You shattered my heart, I barely function anymore, I barely sleep. This break up and relationship has aged me beyond my years. You took every shred of well being and dignity away from me. I barely meant anything to you. You just go on with your happy life completely unphased and unaffected, carrying forward with everything I gave you, taught you, bought you and made you. Shameless. But despite all that, I miss you. I want you to want me. To miss me, to be the man you have been. To be the man that you will be with someone else, but just not with me. I want all of that. I know more than anything, you want us to be friends, so you can use me and have me in your life without the commitment and obligations and transition into newer scarier relationships, because I'm a source of comfort for you. You will never get that from me. You walked away. You made your bed. Go lie in it now. I hope life is miserable for you. I hope you realize your mistake and find no one better, because if there was a definition of an amazing gf, I was it. You can't say otherwise. I loved you unconditionally and whole heartedly. You took it all for granted and threw it away. I hope that there will be regret. But sadly I'm accepting that there will never be regret. You have replaced me emotionally. You don't need me as your emotional crutch anymore and with that, you ended the relationship. We are over. It's so hard to swallow. I wish things would have been different. If only.