I'm not going to trash-talk you and say you were the worst thing that ever happened to me. That's not true. Yes, you hurt my feelings and left me in a place that I would not like to be in again, but there was a time where you kept me happy and made sure I felt needed and wanted.

In the beginning, you told me I was beautiful, you told me what I deserved and promised to always be just that. Though there were always signs that I cared more for you then you cared for me, but everyone assured me that you just didn't know how to express yourself. You told me I made your world better, and you made an effort to always go out of your way to say good morning and good night even if we both didn't have time to sustain a conversation throughout the day. You made sure that, when we did see each other, it would always be something I could remember. You helped me though tough times with family illnesses and my transition into college. You always motivated me and told me that I was going to do great things.

You were literally everything I'd always hoped for. Until I brought up commitment.

Your only issue was that you were afraid of being tied down.

Your issue with commitment was mind-blowing. You told me that we were exclusive and that you were all in, but unfortunately, you didn't do the whole "label thing". We had been together for the hardest half a year of my entire life and when people asked me what you were to me I couldn't say "he's my boyfriend."

My answer was always "the guy I talk to." We were together for eight months, yet you treated me as if I were a girl who you had met the day before when it came to including me in your life. I never met your friends or your family because "they were a different crowd and you weren't close to them"... even though you periodically mentioned how I should meet them.

My parents loved you more than they loved me. My mom would ask me about you when I got home instead of asking about me. My best friend's parents still ask what happened to you.

What happened to you was I brought up the label thing one night and I was upset, I remember thinking it was something I did. You were upset that I was upset about it, you said it had nothing to do with me. You'd even dated a girl for 4 years and never made things official. It's just who you are.

After that day, you became a completely different person.

You began to ignore my texts and phone calls. We FaceTimed every night before that day, and from that day on, we did not FaceTime even once.

We made plans, and you stopped showing up. One day, eventually, you stopped answering me at all. I texted you three days after that day, telling you that whatever you were going through, I hope it got better and that you'd always have a special place in my heart - but that I couldn't do it anymore.

I cried for seven days, I didn't hear from you until the eighth day; all I got was an apology and "I never meant to hurt you", but you knew that wasn't enough. I decided to stay on good terms with you because I don't like being on bad terms with anyone. I feel like it drains me. But with you, that was the wrong decision.

We kept in touch as friends, and it went well for a while until we started getting things mixed up again. You began to think you could just text me whenever you needed something from me. And it wasn't until two weeks ago that I realized how hurt I still was.

I decided that being on bad terms with you was the best option because I feel like there's a lot of things I don't know about. Things that, if I keep in contact, I am going to find out about. And I know those things will shatter me.

I never told you I made this decision; it's something you'll figure out on your own. Thank you for all the good times, thank you for caring for me and protecting me from all the bad things for those eight months, thank you for teaching me what I deserved. Thank you for teaching me later that you were not what I deserved.

Thank you for becoming the person you said you never would be, because today I am glad that you gave me an out. You'll always hold a special place in my heart. I'll always care about you, but I am done caring for you.

I hope you succeed in life and find someone that you will always treat the way you treated me in the beginning.

Thank you for doing what you did, because it set me free.

Goodbye,

The girl you broke and mended back together without even knowing it.