You should definitely respect me by now. I put up with you for longer than anyone else you've ever gone out with, and now I can see why the others didn't stick around that long.

You'd fall under the class of an "evil player." The first week of dating you, you're so incredibly sweet and amazing, you just draw people in and make them stick. But then once you've got them there, you just abuse the right of having a girlfriend.

I can't believe I helplessly hung on to you for that long, even after you cheated on me, lied to me, and basically walked all over me. Everyone told me to dump you, and I tried three times, but I'm too loyal and devoted, so I couldn't do it.

Finally, I just got pissed. You'd gone from a little tease to a full fledged frickin mind-fucker. You just screwed with my mind. At school, on the phone, wherever. The "I'm gonna dump you.........just kidding!!" line became a little too familiar for me to deal with. So, for the first time ever, I raised my voice to you. I threatened you. I looked you straight in the eyes and asked you, "Do you still want me?" and you said, "Yes."

I came home that day. You called. And it ended. We both agreed on friendship, which, surprisingly, has lasted quite well. You have a new girlfriend. I have a new boyfriend. You still hug me whenever you see me in the halls. There's a rumor going around that you want me back. You're always asking about my boyfriend, and when I tell you he's the sweetest guy I've ever known, you make lousy attempts to make me change my mind about him.

Overall, I'd say it worked out pretty well. Finally I get to drive YOU completely mad. I hope it tortures you as much as it tortured me.

Once Yours,