We dated for a month. In that month I went through quite a lot. Some things I told you about, some of them I didn't. We talked everyday and got to know each other better over. Monday you came over to spend the night and we started watching Shameless on Netflix. We cuddled, joked, laughed and cried a little together. We cooked dinner together, and then we went to bed. We fell asleep holding each other tightly and listening to your favorite band. That night I lost my virginity to you. You were someone that I cared for and was learning to trust (despite my trust issues). Tuesday, when we woke up we got ready together and we got in your car to go to school. The entire way there you held my hand and told me how lucky you were to have me. You came back over and we went through half a season of Shameless. We just cuddled as you ran your fingers through my hair. You explained all of your tattoos to me. You told me more about your family, and told me you wanted me to come over and meet them along with your adorable boxer Lily. I had hope that we would be able to be with each other long term once you said that. When you left that night, I was excited to be able to see you again. We met up for lunch, and you said after school for theatre. At 10:30 I got a text from you frantically apologizing for not responding to me as you explained what had happened. I reassured you that you had done nothing wrong and I understood that you had a life outside of our relationship and theatre was a big commitment. Thursday as I packed to leave the state for competition a text from you appeared. "We need to talk.." I figured that you wanted to break up with me so I prepared myself for it. 'He probably won't be able to see me much because of his commitments to theatre' 'Maybe its because his friend hasnt talked to him since we started dating' I made so many excuses for you and believed that there was a valid reason for your actions. I trusted you wouldn't hurt me intentionally. Maybe that's why when I opened Instagram and tried to look at your profile, I found myself blocked; unable to view your pictures. Maybe you were trying to protect me. As I got in the car I got the final text "I think we should just be friends". Come to find out you were at another girl's house just hours after we broke up. You even posted something on your Instagram with the caption 'If you focus on what you left behind, you will never be able to see what lies ahead'. Inspirational quotes were never your thing, you had always found them stupid. Of course I thought this reffered to our breakup. Maybe this is your way of showing that you miss me? Even if I couldn't see it? I found out who your new girl is. I'm not mad that we broke up. I'm just a little disappointed that you moved on so quickly. I actually cared for you quite a lot. You told me that I calmed your overactive mind. Maybe that was just a lie to get what you wanted in the first place; sex. After negative relationships with men in my family, I thought maybe you could be different. You wouldn't hurt me intentionally or take advantage of me because you were hurt the same way I was. I'm glad it's over, I'm just disappointed how emotionally invested in you I was. How much time, energy and first times I had with you. I really did try to trust you, but you've broken my trust. I'm not sure we can stay friends. Friends don't use each other for their disposal and then block them on social media. Friends don't avoid confrontation behind a screen. Friends don't break each other's trust. It was nice while it lasted. Goodbye.