Dear Bently,

Listen, I tried to love you. I mean it. And I did, I loved you so much, I still do.
I know I broke up with you, but it wasn't because you were a bad boyfriend or I was mad. It was because I love you.
I remember how I'd wake up every day, or sometimes stay up all night, immediately checking messages every 5 minutes to see if you messaged.
I remember how I'd giggle and smile every time you messaged, but I realized that you never cared. It was the same things. "I love you" "goodnight." "I'm fine."

Do you know how much that hurt...?

Every call, every serious talk, every conversation, but you'd never keep your promise. I loved you so much... I'd stay with you, I'd struggle through tears trying to get your attention, even with you as my boyfriend. It hurt so much, crying every night, making my wrists bleed, making strands of hair I pulled out fall to the ground, all because you were too busy playing games or doing work to even text me or check my messages. It hurt me that I needed you to feel okay since you were never there. So, I left. I broke up with you because I loved you too much and you were never there to love me back.

So, before you assume I broke up with you because I hate you, just know, it's the opposite. I truthfully hope you're doing okay, and I'll miss you.