Author: Shady Shinigami PM
Dear Ex-boyfriend You were very suprised when I broke up with you, wearn't you? You thought I needed you. You thought I depended on you. You were wrong. A girl's letter to her ex goes from angry, to something more deep and meaningfulRated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 485 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 07-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2828809
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A girl breaks up with her boyfriend and writes him a letter. I'm trying to decide if I should make it a full story, so let me know what you think.
You were very suprised when I broke up with you wearn't you? You thought I needed you, that I depended on you. You were wrong.
I wasn't going to stay and let you wrap your strings around me until I DID need you. Wasn't gonna happen.
You were angry when I broke up with you. You called me names and told me I'd regret it. I didn't then, and I don't now.
You hang with the wrong crowd. You smoke, you drink, you snort cocain, ect ect. You sleep with a girl and move on.
But I wasn't gonna let you do that to me. You hardly got to touch me before I broke up with you. After you got over your anger you got upset. You spent months telling me you loved me and that you needed me.
I almost believed you. I almost gave in. Then I realized at the same time that you were trying to get me you were also trying to get one of my best friends to date you.
So, dear ex-boyfriend, have fun spending your life in jail, and in the gutters.
And one day, if you change, look me up. Because, despite everything wrong that you did, sometimes....
I miss you.
I miss you dear ex-boyfriend. Because I knew everything you did wrong but I didn't care. I wanted to be the one who changed you, the one who turned you around, I wanted to be your light.
And we had fun. Even before we went out and were just friends you made me laugh, you made me smile, you made me be everything I wanted to be.
But my parents, who I'm terribly afraid of, they told me I had to break up with you.
And you scared me. Sometimes, when you got angry, you scared me. I thought you would hurt me too, just like my parents.
So I broke up with you.
And I don't regret it. But I wish I did. I wish I thought of you when a sad song about love played.
And sometimes I pray for you. I pray you find the light, in whatever form it may be. I pray you don't die a useless life, a nothing existense, a life where no one remembers you as anything besides the boy who screwed up in life and did drugs.
But if you do, know this.
I'll never remember you that way. I'll remember you as the boy who made me laugh, you made me smile, who made me everything I wanted to be.