It has been almost three weeks since we've spoken, and I think I've finally stopped counting the days since we split. I think I'm actually beginning to heal, and maybe I'm starting to run out of tears. And I'm beginning to see how manipulative you were during our the last bit of our time together. Whether that was deliberate or not, I don't know. As time passes, I think back to how some of the things don't add up. I feel you were being deceitful and secretive with me about your "friend" when we were in a committed relationship together. If you were having issues with our relationship, then we could have talked about it. To go to your friend and talk with him is, of course, going to build trust there - when we should've been building trust between us.
I was committed to you. I admitted my mistakes and really felt bad for how I was treating you and myself. So, I turned myself around and became present and there for you. I was dedicated, loyal and was good to you. When things go bad, you don't go to someone else for fulfillment. Just because I made mistakes doesn't mean I deserved to be treated poorly.
I think of you as one of the great loves of my life. The sh*tty thing with that is that, even though you said the same thing to me, your actions showed otherwise. You showed me you weren't all that dedicated or loyal to me. How disappointing.
At this point, I don't know if I'd even want to be friends with you. If we were to be friends down the line, then we'd have to start from scratch and slowly build trust. And you would have to accept the fact that I accept you for who you are. Maybe deep down I think we both deserve to have the relationship we are capable of having with one another. Maybe deep down I think that you truly do love me, but are afraid of being hurt by me again. I don't know.
I'm angry and sad at how we ended. I was looking forward to traveling with you this year and, ultimately, building a great life together. But you threw it away like it was nothing.