Hey there,

We know each other, but we have never spoken a word to each other. I'm sure the only things you know about me are the assumptions you have made from mine and my boyfriend's Twitter and Instagram accounts. I'm also sure that you hate me: a sentiment that I assure you has been mutual for a long time. The only moments that we have ever come in contact I undoubtedly contribute to God testing my self-control in the middle of Target.

I understand; I really do. Your boyfriend broke your heart. You were hurt, but you couldn't help but think that you would get back together. I've been there. Then some girl came along and ruined that. Naturally you were even more hurt that he had moved on when you had no intention to. You made your efforts to keep yourself in his life. You texted him, tweeted about missing him, and Instagrammed quotes about being in a hard place. It was your last stitch effort.

Now it's time to hear my side. I had been hurt and heartbroken in the last year. I was loving life, content with being single. Then he came along. We became best friends. He was handsome, charming, and understood my sense of humor. We could watch The Office for hours and share our mutual love for food. Soon, we started dating. It was then that he told me about you. He told me the wrong that he did, and the trouble you had dealing with the situation. I felt bad for you. You did nothing wrong; It just wasn't meant to be.

Then something changed. I was soon the subject of your subtweets. Your friends (and mother) attempted to follow me in order to see what I posted. You were hurtful and bitter. You took a situation that I had no part in and blamed me for it. It was not my fault that he broke your heart. It was not out of malice that I started dating him months later. I didn't even know you. But that did not stop you or your friends from posting hurtful things about me. That's when I started seeing you for who you really were. You were mean. You were bitter. You turned an innocent girl into an enemy.

For months you bothered me. Sure, I had the boy and the relationship in which I was perfectly happy. In my head, that wasn't all that I wanted. I saw you as a threat, which was silly. I wanted to solidify that I was prettier, happier, and more well-liked. My boyfriend assured me many times that I had nothing to worry about, but I never listened. I couldn't find it in my heart to let go of the pain and anger you made me feel.

I'm writing you to tell you that it's over. I am freeing myself of the hate that has filled my heart. I am done worrying how you compare to me. I have an amazing life. I get to spend it with my best friend, who constantly reminds me that I am enough. I have great friends, and I'm unbelievably happy. I am freeing myself from the chains of comparison. My only regret is holding on to the animosity I felt towards you for so long. I'm done caring if you insult me on Twitter or publicly share your longing thoughts about my boyfriend. So this is farewell.

You'll eventually find love, and I'm excited for that.. I'm ready for the day and the person who gets him off your mind. I hope that one day you'll look back on this situation and regret how you've acted.

Until then, best wishes

XOXO