The first person I ever fell in love with and I kept our relationship secret for almost three years after my parents forced us to separate. We were told we could never see or speak to each other again, but we spoke every single day, any way we could. We agreed that we didn’t want to hold each other down, and that if we found someone worth it, that we could pursue other relationships until I was of age and could be with him. On my eighteenth birthday, he told me he was in love with the woman he is dating, and blocked my phone number.

What she doesn’t know is that he maintained his relationship with me in everything but name for eight months of their relationship, out of the twelve they’ve been together.What he doesn’t know, is that I just sent a letter to her explaining everything.
He’s good with words, but he can’t talk his way out of screenshots.

I almost feel good about the possibility of him hurting like I hurt for so long, and I know it makes me a bad person.