You

How many emails have you written me in the last few months? How many times have I voiced my disgust with you? How many nights have you spent parked outside my house, just waiting and watching? How many hours of sleep have you lost over what you did? How much have you neglected your family to come hunt me down on my campus? How many times did you roam my campus looking for me? Why didn't I see this all coming from the beginning? The pictures, the videos, the recordings, the hours spent together doing nothing but reviewing 'evidence'. I look back at the photos I have saved from last February and think to myself why I even continued. Josh knows. He knows everything. You were once such a powerful force in my life, and I thought you truly cared for me in return. You did some good, I can't take that from you. But you also did very bad. That powerful force who I thought would be around until I die was revealed to really just be a coward playing tough guy. I read your emails and I laugh. I laugh at how pathetic of a person you were, and I question what I ever saw in you. I remember you saying after our last meeting that that was the coldest thing you had ever experienced. I am not your girlfriend. I am not your lover. I am not your friend. I am someone who had the misfortune of making your acquaintance. However, I wouldn't change a thing. You taught me a few valuable lessons. And if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am now. I'm happy as could be with Josh and his friends and his family. A years and a half together and I only met one friend of yours. Remember Beans? I do. I hope for the rest of your miserable life you replay in your head all of those moments we shared, and everything I did for you. I was more down for you than your own wife. You made your decision and I hope you can live with that. I want you to suffer every day and every night. Every waking moment I want you to feel what I felt. God has given me what I deserve. I only hope he does the same for you.