She deserves more than you.
That's what I want you to know. You asked her to trust you, and she began to. You gave her words of assurance, along with assuring me multiple times that you'd never even dream of hurting her. You did all this...and what for? At what cost?
You did all of this just to break her heart. Was it worth it?
You see, I haven't known her for long. We met a little over a year ago and something just clicked. I'd never admit this to her, but originally I thought she was too cool for me. Now, in knowing her, I know that I'm way cooler than her. (HA.)
I've watched her grow into the amazing woman she has become. She's beautiful, kind, intelligent, driven, maybe a little scattered at times, but it all fits together to make the amazing being that is her. Personally, I thought you saw that. I thought you knew how special she was, and how soft and tender her heart was. You've proven that you didn't.
Because all the while you were playing her heart strings and making her fall for you, I was watching you with a skeptic eye. I wanted to like you, and we got along just fine, but I'd be damned if I just let you into our lives without some inspection.
I watched the way you talked to her. I watched the way you treated her. I watched the way you wanted all of her friends to like you. Which is why I was surprised, yet somehow not surprised at all, when I got a phone call one night from her crying her eyes out.
She's strong. I've never heard her cry like that before. You don't deserve to know that, but it's true. I could hear her heartbreak and I felt mine breaking for her.
I've heard your reasonings for leaving her. I know part of me should feel a little bad for you, but I don't. If it were up to me she would never speak to you again. But, alas, she still wants to be friends. Maybe one day you'll get it together and you all will try to be together again, and you'll break her all over again.
She is a big girl, I know this. She can make her own decisions. And if she chooses to give you the time of day again, I will love her, but I will warn her. It's taken everything I have in me to only send you a few text messages instead of going all Carrie Underwood and slashing your tires.
What's done is done. The past is the past. You hurt her, and now you have to live with it. I can't change that. But I can protect the future. So, from me to you, I can't stop you. I can't even make you see the hurt you've caused.
But, whatever your next move is, you better be 800% of it, because if she calls me crying and you're the cause, I may just have to take Carrie Underwood's advice. (We never liked Kia's anyway.)
