From day one we were doomed. We started our relationship by building a house of cards on top of an already crumbling sand castle. The foundation on which we built our relationship was so vulnerable and exposed, any little wave could cause it all to come crashing down in an instant. You didn't trust me, I didn't trust you. The basis of all healthy relationships was completely off the table. But I felt such a passion and fire burning so deep within my soul of wanting and needing to be with you. I was so overcome with infatuation that it made me disregard my fundamental beliefs on relationships. There were so many red flags, literally your entire personality is one big giant red flag, but I think we both knew this from the beginning. We are so wrong for each other, and everyone who knew you told me this, maybe I was trying to prove them wrong, prove to the world that I could make it work. I'm not going to miss the days of cuddling where we did nothing but binge watch shows on Netflix. I'm not going to miss our video calls and sushi dates and staying up late laying in bed on reddit together. I'm not going to miss getting woken up in the middle of the night by you reaching over to cuddle me, impromptu dance sessions or study dates. I'm especially not going to miss the sex. I think maybe you knew I was contemplating breaking it off, because I could never see a future with you. I could never continue to live my life in the way that you wanted me to while we were in a relationship. I could never marry someone like you. You said being with me was hurting you, but I never communicated just how much you were hurting me. All of the fights we had were slowing wearing me down plucking away at the cards - slowly washing away the scraps of foundation we had left that I was trying so fucking badly to hold together. I've never had to work so fucking hard at a relationship in my entire life. And then one day just watch it crumble so quickly. Every damn day was a constant struggle of trying to make sure you were happy, I loved you so fucking much and that was my downfall. But ultimately, she was the wave that caused the remaining portion of our foundation to come crashing down. You pulled away from me these last couple months and started projecting more and more inappropriate remarks at me and I figured it was coming to this. I knew the disappearances, snapchats and texting was leading to something that I didn't want to believe. I figured you had found someone else and that you were just beginning the burial of our sand castle with me still inside. Now when I see you guys together - just five days after you broke up with me, it's clear. But yet I'm sure she knows nothing about you, it breaks my heart to imagine just how badly you're going to fuck this new innocent girl's life up. At least I had an idea of what I was getting into. It hurts to know that I meant fucking nothing to you. And that you're not even thinking of me. But you were so good at making me feel so insignificant the entire duration of our relationship, why should that change now? What kills me is that I should have known better. Hindsight is 20/20. You felt that our break up did not even warrant any face time. Now all I'm left with is a simple text of you lying your way out of the relationship. It's foolish of me to think that we were on the same page. That you should have known that I'd rather hear that you found someone else than to give me bullshit excuses and then never showing your face. You made me look like the bad guy in this situation but you are no better than me, you cheated on me and you're a fucking coward for not facing me. I have and always would have been faithful to you. But here I am, building my new sandcastle alone, on a different beach somewhere, it's going to be stronger this time thanks to you. I'm sorry I couldn't be that girl for you, but trust me, I tried really fucking hard. I'm not going to miss you. I regret ever meeting you.