I only answered your phone calls at 2am because I thought I didn’t deserve better

You told me I had a fantastic *** and then called me “Sam”

I only kept you around because I had horrible nightmares. When you would lie in bed next to me I took a sleep aid and pretended you were someone else.

I’m sorry I acted like a spoiled brat. I was a freshman and had no idea how to deal with “adult” relationships. Or “feelings” for that matter.

It wasn’t over when you showed up blackout drunk to my party. It was over when I saw her name light up your cellphone while you were throwing up in the bathroom.

The days we spent discussing whether we were the only two people in the world in your frat house are some of the best memories I have in college.

You thought you were better than me and I stopped answering your texts because I realized I believed you.

You laughed and told me I was “cute.” I should have reminded you that I once got kicked out of a frat party for punching a brother in the face.

I didn’t sleep with you because I thought you were full of ****. You turned out to be full of ****.

This “incredible body” has been put through hell after I gained 30 pounds freshman year because I was depressed.

You’re actually not a nice person at all.

You were a baby and I didn’t want to hurt you.

I’m sorry, what color are my eyes? *******.

I loved you. Actually, I think I still love you. However leaving you meant that I was making the decision to love myself more.