To The Girl Who Stole What Was Mine

Dear Thief, I scrolled through your photos today. I'm not really sure why, but I thought it might help me let go of the feelings that I keep telling myself are stupid and don't exist but the photo of you two together, hand in hand, has burned in my memory and now the feelings won't stop bugging me. Not so much because of how beautiful you look or the smile that he has because of you, but because you do not actually love him the way I do. You will never understand how many tears I poured out for that boy every night, hoping that one day he would come knocking at my door and I'd pull him into my arms and finally, I would know exactly what home would feel like. You took that from me, without even trying really. Selfishly, you went through with it for your own benefit, just as a temporary fling. He means nothing to you. When his hands rub up and down your body, those lips meet yours, when his eyes gaze at you like you are the gift given to him by the universe, you feel empty. You'll never know his dreams, his insecurities or anything about him, quite frankly. You just need someone on your arm to keep you safe from the fact that someone might say something about you. Well, here I am, talking to you, no matter how much pain writing this gives me. It shocks me that you considered no one but yourself. That was low. Everyone needs to have a broken heart that leads them to the one, but I never thought it would be you breaking mine. I swore it would be him walking out, but I was willing to risk that. For him. But because of you, he will never know what it feels like to be loved back truly by someone. So, get off my property. Stop sniffing around what is not yours and taking it as if you owned it all along. Life isn't handed to you on a silver platter; you've got to earn everything in this life and you need to work to keep at it. You're not willing to do that, obviously. I am. I am willing to do almost anything for that boy. Step aside and fix your heart before you go breaking others. Regards, The Broken Girl