You kept me around. We'd talk for hours. But. You chose her over me. We talked until 3am most nights. You told me things you'd never tell her. But. You chose her over me. We cried together and laughed together and shared so many special things. But. You chose her over me. I was here first. I've been around much longer. But. You chose her over me. Our values aligned like it was written in the stars. Our plans. Our dreams. Our viewpoint on the world. But. You chose her over me. What did she have that I didn't have? You wanted to keep me around. You'd call as soon as she was out of your car. Every time. Why did you keep me? Did it make you feel good to have someone to lean on emotionally while you got what you needed physically elsewhere? I laid down the boundary. I told you I am not going to have an emotional affair. It's not fair to me or her. And you flipped out. Claimed that wasn't what it was. Everyone else disagrees. I'm over it now, this letter is my closure. I will not reply to your messages. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, and now, I burn them to the ground. Goodbye, and I hope she's everything you hoped for. Do not come back when it blows up like it inevitably will. Leave me in my broken pieces.