After all the things I’ve done for that you, after all the blood, sweat, tears and time I put into trying to make you happy, you cheat on me. Go and sleep with another girl. What the Hell is that all about? It wouldn’t be so bad if this had been the first time, but it isn’t. Oh, no; far from it. Over the past four years, all through high school, every single guy I dated either cheated on me or dumped me for another girl. Even the guy who is now gay. And you knew that. You knew and still you did it.

And worse than that, when you apologized you used those stupid, mean-nothing phrases like, “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” and “I don't know why I did it.” That is all complete and utter bullshit! If you didn’t mean to hurt me, then you wouldn’t have slept with someone else. And I can tell you why you did it: because you think with your dick instead of your head.

How long have we known each other? How long have we known that there was something there, but were afraid to say anything? How good did it feel to say it out loud, and then find out we each felt that way? How much did we love being together? You know; we both did. But then you go and throw it all away for a night with some random girl you saw.

And you didn’t even have the decency to be discreet. At your house, with your sister there; with our friends there. Did you think no one would say anything? Did you think that they wouldn’t figure out what you were doing with her? That they would just let me go on in the dark, allowing me to go on thinking I should care about you?

Well, I hope that it was worth it. God, to think that I let myself lower my defenses for you. Just let you in like that. Well, now you’ll always be there, a steel splinter wedged into my head that I’ll never be able to get out.

I appreciate what you’ve done, though. What you’ve taught me with this little experience: That the people you know and trust can fuck you over just as well as complete strangers.