Goddamn you. Goddamn you for making me trust you with my emotions. Goddamn you for thinking it was okay to string me along while you were getting close enough to someone else that you fucking proposed to her. You told me you weren't ready to be in a relationship, that you couldn't handle it. When I asked if there was someone else, you said there wasn't, that you had been cheated on and it's a shitty feeling. That was three months ago. I know you've known her for more than three months. Don't think I can't find something out. It's the fucking internet, don't be a fucking fool, you asshole. And when you post pictures of the ring and exclamations of acceptance on Twitter of all fucking places, I'm going to find it. I'm a smart girl. I know how to find out the truth. You're not the first person to end it with me on a social networking site, so maybe you should try to be a little more unique next time, huh? You're thirty, you can handle that I'm sure. I mean, you can handle a double life and all, so why not creativity?
What hurts the most is that, two nights ago, we talked like nothing was going on. We've both been busy lately and haven't talked regularly in like three weeks, but that stuff happens. It does. But I felt like maybe we were possibly getting back into the groove, and I hoped this week we'd be back to old times. Apparently that wasn't on your agenda, because while I was sending you dirty text messages and pictures, you were buying an engagement ring for some woman I never knew existed. That's so romantic of you.
Listen, your fiancee will know about me. I will send her every text, every instant message, every picture you've ever sent me. I'll tell her all about how you swore there was no one else, how you told me I could trust you. I'm sure she'd love to hear about it, and because you hurt me, I'm more than willing to hurt you. Seriously. You don't even need to dare me, I already have a plan of attack.
If I get accepted to grad school in your hometown, I will go, and I hope you see me everyday. I hope I remind you of just how shitty you are. Someone needs to. You can't have your cake and eat it too, and you're no different than the other men who've deceived a woman. You guys never win. I'll make damn sure of that.
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