You, Mr Popular. The person all the guys wanted to hang out with and all the girls wanted to be with. You chose me out of all the girls you could have picked. Me, the shy little girl who sat alone and never talked to anyone. I found myself plain and boring, but you told me I was beautiful. You told me you'd fallen for me the very first time you'd laid eyes on me. I should have realised how much you cared for me. I should have realised that you would never do me wrong. I was so happy in the beginning of our blossoming relationship. You told me everything about your day, your thoughts, your life. You let me know so much about you. But I was more reserved. I did not have a way with words or expressing myself, but you told me that you'd help me open up. I should have cherished what we had together. How did I slip up so badly? My paranoia and jealousy overcame me before I could stop them. I scoured your facebook for photos of your exes, observed through slanted eyes all of the girls you hung out with. You even gave me your password to your various email accounts and online profiles.. and I went as far as to abuse that trust that you thought you had in me. I judged myself against everything that you were involved in. I was overly critical of all of your actions, trying to see things that weren't really there. I felt worthless after seeing all the beautiful girls you knew, the wide circle of friends you had, how carefree you were. I only ever had a few friends. I never held myself in much regard. What was i jealous of? You? Why did I feel so worthless standing next to you? Why did I feel like I wasn't deserving of our relationship? You were straightforward with me when I became obsessive and temperemental. You gave me so many chances to change. So many chances to see what I was doing wrong. So many chances to fix things. But I never learnt. Always the same mistakes. Always the same ill feelings rising up from nowhere. And then you ended it. I know your reason to me wasn't completely honest. I know because I questioned our friends. But I guess I already knew the true reason behind our breakup. And I knew that I was the cause of it. I know that you were just trying to let me down easily. Or as easily as you could. So I don't blame you for lying. Or not telling the complete truth.
I'm sorry that I couldn't make you happy. I know that you're so much better off without me, and I truly hope that you are happier now. I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I know that I can now take our experiences together and learn from them, so I don't make the same mistakes in future. We were together for a year, and we haven't spoken in 6 months. I'm still not over you, to be honest.. but I've accepted everything. If there's anything I want to say to you, it's thank you for choosing me over everyone else. Thank you for seeing something in me that I never would have been able to see. And finally, thank you for helping me grow to be, hopefully, a better person.
(p.s. Sorry for the rant)