I don't even want to talk to you anymore, because the person I want to speak to, my best friend, is dead. The boy who worried when he saw me tearing up, is gone; the one here is making me cry until my eyes are puffy and sore, and not giving a shit. The one who I thought is my BFFWB and partner for life, doesn't exist. The one who I thought loved me, fucked someone else less than a month after, and continues to lie.

Why even bother lying to me? What could you possibly say to hurt me further when you have already done the worst thing possible. Why couldn't you just be honest for once and tell me about the emotional cheating, the other girl and not other hypothetical girls, how you were stringing me along until it got comfortable for you, how not sorry you are that we are no longer a thing, how you are only crying because you feel bad as in you did something bad, and not because we're over. How could you still have the gall to say that we were best friends, when a stranger wouldn’t hurt me this way.

I hope you choke and die on that guilt. I hope it makes your dick limp, while you go around fucking girls, looking for someone who gives you that "urge", as you put it. Fuck you for implying that our 5-year relationship was a sham. I don't hate you or blame you for leaving a relationship where you no longer feel like is enough. I don't even hate you for looking somewhere else while in a relationship with me, or not being completely emotionally invested in us. But fuck you for being a coward and letting me think that you were just as fucking stoked to be in this relationship as I was when you were weighing your options all the time. I hope you lead a long, lonely, miserable life, chasing one relationship high after another, before finally dying from severe burn injuries.