I fell in love with you when I was still married. I left him and his loving family that took me in as their own and supported me. You were my childhood friend. I fell in love the moment I met you again. You gave up on your fiancé and kicked her out. I moved in. After destroying my marriage and getting my husband arrested, you decided that you didn’t want a relationship with me.
I moved out. You and I remained friends. Friends with benefits for six months. You decided that you wanted me back in your life. You asked me to be your girl again. I agreed. Two months later you accepted a job two hours away and said that you were moving. First you wanted me to go with you, then you decided that you weren’t ready for me to come along. I applied to college where your new job was and got accepted. I was going to possibly live with you while in school, or possibly live alone. Whatever. Then you told me not to bother.
I gave up. I gave up on my dreams. I lost a scholarship that was offered. I was defeated. I found someone new. You decided to come back and surprise me on Valentine’s Day. You have nowhere to live. I gave in and left the new guy for you. We moved in together again. Same bullshit happens five more times. Right now we are not together. But, I want you to know that this is the last time. I love you, but I am too old to play these games. I may never find the one for me, but you are not him.