I see your arms wrapped around her and I see how happy she is when she looks at you. I know I shouldn’t be looking at the pictures of you and her because you and I have been over for awhile now. But when you told me you were with someone else, I couldn’t help but think about her.

I’m not jealous. I’m glad you’re out of my life. I have a man who loves me and cares for me more than you will ever be capable of and that’s why I can’t stop looking at your pictures. Pictures with the girl who looks at you like you are her everything. You will never be capable of giving her what I know she will give you. I may not know her, but pictures are worth a thousand words and her picture tells me that she will fight the world to keep you. I know from being in her shoes, that the world will one day take you away to protect her from who you really are. I pray to God that you don’t manipulate her into thinking it was her fault.

I see the way you look at her and I don’t think it is her that you love. Not even three months before you told me you were with someone else, you shattered my dreams with your shallow expectations of me being your sex toy. You never liked me as a person, but you liked me because I was a female with body parts. A female who was committed to you yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to commit to me without seeing me as someone who would hold you back from living out your fuckboy fantasy.

I’m a strong believer that people change, but nobody goes from shallow and heartless to genuine and loving in three short months. I believe in people, but I lost faith in you the moment you treated me less than human. I don’t hate you at all and I no longer hold what you did against you. But when I see a fellow female looking at you with such a hopeful look in her eyes that maybe, just maybe you’ll make her dreams come true, I mourn for the damage that I know you’ll do to her.

I don’t care if you want to be a fuckboy because you are no longer a part of my life. But if you want to call yourself a man, you damn well better act like one.

Grow a pair and either love her right or leave.