I would love an apology. I would love it if you got your shit together and decided that you were going to turn over a new leaf, that you were going to strive to be different, that you were going to do your best to avoid hurting me again.
But here’s the thing — you’ve already hurt me once. You’ve damaged my heart. You took a good thing and destroyed it.
If you want to put in the effort to piece everything back together, that’s great. But you can’t give up halfway through. You can’t treat me well for a few weeks and then get lazy again and go back to doing what you were doing in the first place.
If I have to get over you, I want to start the process now. I don’t want to wait a few months until you screw up a second time. Until I’m pissed at myself for giving you another chance, even though I had a gut feeling there would be a repeat in history.
I like you, I really do, but I can’t go through any more heartache, not with you.
I don’t want to get my hopes up if you’re only going to end up disappointing me. I don’t want to tell my friends that it’s okay, our relationship can handle a bump in the road, everything is going to work out, and then look like an idiot when I turn out to be wrong.
So, before you decide to make me promises about how you’re going to treat me the way I deserve to be treated, ask yourself if you can actually keep those promises. If you honestly believe that you’re going to follow through and give me what I need.
I don’t take kindly to being played or being lied to or being led on. It’s not something that I’m willing to put up with. I have too much self-respect for that kind of treatment. My standards are too high.
As much as I like you, I like myself more. I don’t want to stick around if you’re going to take advantage of my kindness. If you’re going to see how much shit I’ll put up with before I walk away for good.
I believe in second chances, but I don’t believe in unlimited chances. I don’t believe in letting myself suffer so you can play games. I’m the type of girl that’s into monogamy and honesty — and I need a boy with those same values.
So, please, if you know you aren’t ready for the level of commitment that I’m interested in, let me leave. Don’t disappoint me again. Don’t screw me over again.
Don’t be an asshole.