You blocked me?! You BLOCKED me?! WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?! You still have me in your cover photo on FB, but you blocked me. I mean, what did I even DO? I don't bug you at all. I only went to your page to see those new photos. I don't "stalk" you. I don't harass you. I don't wistfully sigh over your page every day wishing we were still together. So what did I do to you?

How did it come to this? We loved the fuck out of each other once upon a time. It wasn't even an ugly break-up. I mean yeah those two fights sucked but when it actually came time to break up it was very amicable.

You were my forever. I really, truly believed we'd be together for the rest of our lives. I asked you to marry me and you said yes. I STILL don't think I'll ever love anyone again as much as I loved you. I mean, is this what you want? To erase me? A mistaken page in your scrapbook? A design you didn't like so you crumple it up and throw it away? You can't just undo four years. You can't possibly forget all that. But I guess you are going to try. Well, knock yourself out. I'll just have to remember for both of us.

I never hated you, even after all the things you said that last fight. But this is the first moment in five years that I've really, truly considered you an asshole.