I can say this now without feeling spiteful. I never wanted to commit myself to you. After years of talking about it and months of planning it, I bought you a ring at the last possible second, as a way to try to keep you from leaving me. Subconsciously, I knew you were going to leave regardless of what I did or said, but I guess a part of me wanted to think that I tried to give it my all.

All I really wanted to do from day one was have sex with you. After I did for a few months, I got bored and started petty fights with you. After the rough makeup sex subsided, I took to other things. You were never able to hold my attention just being yourself. You were boring, unopinionated, whiny, incredibly stuck up, and not nearly as smart as you thought you were. The only reason I liked you was because you were openminded in bed and did everything I told you to do. And I think that might have been the only reason you liked me too.

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