I had known things were ending for almost a year. We broke up once in September and you were a mess, you were so upset you threw up. Twice. We were back together after a week, but the distance was so hard and I could tell I missed you more than you missed me. I could feel you gradually growing apart from me all year, and then eventually you wanted to be with someone else. Even though YOU were the one that convinced ME, “This is worth waiting for. Don’t you think what we have is worth waiting for?! We have to try the distance.” You hypocrite. I worked my ass off for a year to get a job in the same place as you, and I finally did, but you just couldn’t wait quite long enough. I just moved here this week, and I’m excited to work here, but it hurts so much that you don’t love me anymore. It’s been a little more than two months since we broke up, and you’re already introducing this new girl to your family? Taking her to see your hometown and showing her the places you showed me? Road tripping? Seriously?! This Tuesday would have been our second anniversary. How are you so okay, and happy with someone else, when I feel like shit? I have gotten rid of so much of your stuff, not talked for you for two months, and started seeing someone new. And yet, I still dream about you and wake up crying in the middle of the night. What am I doing wrong? I just want to be okay without you.