I hope he breaks your heart like how you broke mine. I figured you were loving enough not to lie, not to cheat, or respect me enough at least to hide it better. You were my first real love and I hate you for it but I love you an want you back with every fiber of my fucking being. I wish you had told me the truth when you broke up with me; Ive been sitting I bed every fucking day wondering what I did, but I really should’ve been wondering what othe man you let into our heart. It kills me that he knows my name, but he doesn’t know how much we loved each other at first. I read your “I know this is late” text from earlier in our relationship; when you were still on Pinterest, and I just need to know what I fucking did to deserve this shit.

You’re a reall asshole for what you did, Cecilia, but I still love you.