Dear soul crusher,

Where do I even begin.

I could yell, I could scream, I could cry, I could pray for the past to be erased. But I won't. No, I'm just going to write my feelings down and get them out of my head.

You know, it takes a lot to break a person down, but you seemed to have had ease with that part of the relationship. Relationships are meant to be a safe place for both companions. You created a new level of hell for a person who deserved everything he could ever dream of. You tore him apart. You broke him into pieces so small. Pieces that may take decades to repair back together.

He was vulnerable.

He can't trust as easily anymore.

I don't like to call anyone out unfairly and I know I don't understand both sides of the story, but it's hard to find any fair value in the argument for the girl who not only broke his heart, but left him to drown, engulfed in his own pain.

Heartache would be an understatement. I watched his broken heart bleed out from his eyes, his mouth, his chest, his trembling hands. I watched him try to hold it in, try to handle it. Try to keep it all in his head.

But how could he when you left his whole heart in ruins?

He lost his friends, he lost his strength, he lost trust.

I honestly don't understand how it's possible to tear down a person like that. You pushed him, you pulled him, you ripped him apart. He didn't know better. Of course he did what you told him to.

He was in pain and the only thing he wanted to do was just make everything better. He took the blame for things he shouldn't have. He apologized when he didn't need to. He did whatever it took. God, I wasn't even there and I could feel the pain.

To this day and from this day forward, I can't stand to be in the same room as you. If there was a space that could fit 500 people and we were standing in opposite corners, the air would strangle me and fill my lungs with heavy, toxic cement.

I can't forgive you for what you've done.

Every time I walk into a room, I hold my breath and hope I don't run into you there.

I never understand what brought you two together, and I may never understand it. But it breaks my heart just thinking about how somehow, at some point, you two were dating each other. At some point there was an attraction there. It hurts like hell. Knowing how innocent and untouched he was before he walked right into your trap of destruction.

But overall, I'd like to thank you. You showed him how bad relationships could really get. And then something, some type of fate, sent him my way. Or maybe I was sent his way.

Finally, he gets to see, feel, breathe the love he deserves.

I'm not perfect, but I'm not going to break his heart.

I promised him I would never, ever hurt him the way you did. And I'm going to keep that promise. I'm going to love him and fill those dark, scarred spots with kindness and kisses and sweet, gentle love until the day I die. He may never be fully repaired, but at least he's safe. He's truly loved.

He's grown from being pushed around by you. He doesn't let anyone push him around anymore. He's learned. Never again will he be treated like you treated him. He's going to be loved and loved to the fullest.

Thank you. And f*** you.