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Dear ...you won't let me say your name, I am writing this to you while you're at his house right now. Although that isn't surprising, you've been at his for months. I could lie and say this all gets easier day by day but that's not the truth not in any way for both of us at all. I think I was naive to think you'd actually want to try again with me when the summer came. The changing of seasons maybe meant the same for us, but I was wrong. Yet, here we are, you texted me today saying, "I saw you joined a club that could be fun". I wonder if by fun you meant a distraction from what my reality has been for months. Lied to, lied about, and had to lie with you to maintain some happiness you gained at the cost of me. The happiness you gained with little to no respect for me. 2 years. I had you for two years and you left me quicker than I could have ever imagined. You left me so easily. You lied to him, you lied to your friends, you lied to your family. If you