The day you told me what you did, I should have been done. But I wasn't. I would have stayed with you, and I will openly admit that I wanted to. Even after we broke up, I covered for you, stuck by your side and still considered you to be one of my best friends. I couldn't stop liking you, and I honestly hoped for months that we would get back together. I had this perfect picture in my head of what life was supposed to be like, and I thought you fit into that picture. Even when I had my doubts about whether or not we should be together, I couldn't bear to give up our friendship. I felt like there was this hole in my life that only you could fill, but I was wrong. As it turns out, I can fill it all by myself.

I guess I've spent my entire life desperately not wanting to be alone. Because of this, I've been living under a couple delusions. The first is that being alone is the worst thing in the entire world. Well, it's not. I'm learning to love it, and I'm beginning to love myself in the process. The second is that everyone will be as loyal to me as I am to them. This is also a lie. I'm not trying to be un-optimistic, but just because you give your all to someone doesn't mean they will give the same back to you (even when they should). Though it took awhile, I have finally figured these things out. So thanks. Couldn't have done it without you, Bro.

Yes, I was a little bit clingy, but you threw me for a loop to say the least. I was trying so hard to fix what we had because you have to admit, it was pretty damn awesome while it lasted. But you see the thing is, it wasn't my problem to fix. I did nothing wrong. Even after what happened, I hope you know that I gave you everything I had to offer and more, to the point that I lost myself there for a bit. If what we had wasn't good enough for you, then that's your loss, and it certainly doesn't mean that I'm not good enough. I've been taking this personally for far too long. The problem wasn't me; it was you. You're the one who cheated, after all.

I'm not trying to make you the bad guy, and I truly do hope you're happy. But I'm done spending my time wasting away on you. That's clearly not what you want, anyway. If this means we can't even be friends, then so be it. I still care, and maybe I always will. I'm a firm believer in the idea that whatever's meant to be will be, but for right now, I'm fine with just me, myself, and I.