Do you remember that one night in my room, in the latest hours of that night, that you said for the first time ever, those 3 powerful words "I love you"? It was the same night my grandmother died. How could I forget that night? Those hours that night with you were the best of my life-that "I love you" was so shocking to hear but so true when you said it.

That morning I didn't have much time to think about it because I got a phone call that changed my life-my grandma passed away. Midterms and grieving got in the way, but I asked SK and LM if when you said that "I love you" it was true. LM sat there listening to me and SK said to me, with great conviction, that you meant that "I love you." Hearing that from her made me realize that it was true, that I could say those to you with the same truth.

A couple of months down the road, you forget that night, that "I love you," and fuck two different guys. Remember who I am and what you did to me. As the person I've been to you, I don't deserve this and you know it. Remember that. Because you fucked me over and that won't go unnoticed.