They say that you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone, and that reality has hit you harder than ever. I used to wish that I could apologize for hurting you… wait. No. I used to wish that you would apologize for hurting me. But then I realized you didn’t hurt me, you didn’t break my heart. But if I broke yours, I’m not sorry.

After a two and a half year relationship, and eight months after our break up, you’ll still argue with me, because you’re still too ignorant to see the real issue.

We can argue every day about non-existent good morning texts, and the amount of times that you didn’t take the time out of your “busy” life to ask how my day was going. And we can argue because I won't lie to you and say that I want you to move back here. Believe me, I'm being honest when I say that you can stay right where you are.

And we can argue about your daily text conversations with other girls, and how she asked you to cuddle in her basement with a bottle of wine and a movie. And I can sit here and cry, cry because I forgave you and took you back, even after reading those texts.

And we can argue about you texting your friends and asking if you happened to fall onto anyone’s lips last night. And we can argue even further about the response: that you did. Shall we go even further? Sure. We can argue about how you had the nerve to come to my house the very next day and not tell me about your eventful night. And I can sit here and cry, cry because I was stupid enough to forgive you even after reading that text.

And we can argue because you asked me for a break…twice… And why? Because I was overwhelming you, and you wanted to be able to hang out with your friends without having to feel like you needed to text me, or worse, invite me. And I could’ve sat in my room and cried, but there were no more tears left, so I let you go.

And you can try to argue with me because I didn’t wait for you, and because I hurt you. But I’m still not sorry.

But, even after all of those arguments, you still don’t see it.

I’m the bad person because I found someone who appreciates me for who I am, who doesn’t think that I’m overwhelming. Someone who doesn’t constantly argue with me, because guess what… I’m not crazy. And I don’t even have to ask for a good morning text, because he’s the first person I see every day, and if he isn’t there, he goes out of his way to ask me about my day. And he invites me over, even if his friends are there. He even invites my friends, too. And he doesn’t make me cry. He would never. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted, and believe me when I say, I’m happier without you.

My only wish for you is that one day you can move on and be happy, too.