Dear…no you don’t even get that…

*Deep breath*

Where should I even begin with you? There are so many routes this could take. Should I just be straight-forward and just lay it all on the table in one shot? Should I even bother trying to get something through to you? Deciding which one is the hard part, because I know exactly what I want to say no matter which approach I take.

Oh, I know exactly where to begin! What you did to me…

You broke me. You picked me up and shattered me into a million, minuscule pieces. I thought I was never going to be perfectly whole again. You destroyed me. You made me hate everything about myself. I questioned my entire existence because of you.

You changed me. You molded me into the person I am now. I have learned from my past. You taught me. You helped me come to a very important realization. I needed to learn how to love myself.

You helped me. Thank you.

I’m sure this is not where you thought this was going to go. I mean, it is pretty common to think a letter from the girl that you screwed over would be hostile and angry. Surely, you recall that I’m not exactly like most girls; I find the deeper meaning and message behind each and every experience I have.

From the extensive and painfully torturous experience I had with you, I finally figured out the message. I needed to see myself feel like nothing and feel empty in order to feel like something and feel whole. When everything fell apart with us, I literally felt like I was nothing. It was the lowest I have ever felt and I thought that I was never going to get over it. Then, I learned that I have to love myself to feel something again. So, I decided to give it the good old college try. Well, guess what?! It worked! I started to feel like I actually was something and everything got better.

It is almost impossible for me to not want to thank you for helping me through such a rough patch in my life. Even though there were a multitude of moments between us that would have caused the average girl to hate everything and anything about you; I just can’t. I’m too thankful and appreciative for what you helped me learn.

Rest assured this is not some devious or clever effort at attempting to mend our friendship. (Trust me, I’m so much better off without you in my life). This is my little way of saying thank you because both of us know for a fact that I would never in a million years speak to you again, let alone say this to your face.

So, I guess this is it; the final words to finish out this moment (or should I just say rant instead?). Thank you for everything you have helped open my eyes and mind to.

Appreciatively yours,

The girl you screwed over