Break-Up Letter

Dear Person,
                  
                    We started out as friends, but that didn't last too long. We connected. We started talking more, texting literally night and day. Then it started to get more serious. We flirted, we really started to like each other.
                     So every morning I go to your locker and then we'd walk to you're friends locker. At the time I didn't realize it but now I do. When it was us we were fine, you'd talk to me and we'd have a good time. But as soon as we were with your friends it was like I wasn't even there. Then the school year ended and summer began. And still we did not hangout. But I was happy, I didn't care. Again our relationship got better. At this point we really liked each other. Then school started again. We did the same locker routine over and over again. You started wearing my jersey to football games, but still we never hung out. I didn't get it. How could someone you clamed to like me so much be afraid to hangout. Was I doing something wrong? But then came the excuses...
                      Every time I asked it was something different. Excuse after excuse. But it was amazing because every time I asked you to do something you couldn't because of work or some other excuse, but then comes that day and you're with your friends. Every other person literally came before me. And then started the fights. It seemed like everyday we were fighting. Yelling at each other constantly, but then we stopped talking. And it hurt but I would be fine.
                      A month later we started at it again but it was better. We weren't fighting anymore. It was great and we liked each other more than before. And then you said it, you told me you loved me. And I believed it, foolish me. Because the difference was I actually did love you but that doesn't matter anymore. But still we had yet to hang out. Now it was because of your dad. Because you were "afraid" of what he'd say. Because you couldn't talk to your dad about that stuff. So instead we didn't hang out. Finally I got you to tell your mom about me, and quite frankly, I should of saw it then too, but I didn't. But instead of realizing I began to think of how I would ask you to prom. I had the perfect idea. I go to Build-A-Bear, buy one, put it in a tux, put one of the voice sound things in it that when you pressed it, it would ask you to prom.
                      But the fights started again. This time it was because you were "nervous" to hangout, because you didn't want to screw anything up. But that's exactly what you were doing. But it never occurred to you how incredibly nervous I was around you. However, I got over it because to me you were worth it. But I guess I wasn't either. You didn't even take the time to think about how crappy it made me feel when you didn't want to ever do anything. What was so wrong with me that you never wanted anything to do with me anymore but still "loved" me.
                       Then it hit me. You were playing me just like your friend played me. Made me look like the biggest fool ever because I actually thought someone like you actually liked me. But it doesn't matter I don't care what you do. I'm completely done with you. I'm done feeling like garbage because you don't want anything to do with me. So I'm done being played. You did exactly what I told you I was afraid of happening. But whatever.

From,
The One Who Got Played