I am going to start this out by saying that I really don't know how to word this, that's why I am writing a note and not calling you. I don't want to cry. You don't need the tears on your consience and I don't need them on my pillow.
I really didn't want anything to happen when you came down, all I could think about when I was around you is how it would have been someone else you were cuddling if they weren't already taken. It didn't really hit me until you were leaving, and I know I was the one who pryed and it is my own fault, but it bothers me now.
I feel like your using me. Like I am not enough. All this time I have been hoping and praying that you would find someone in ATLANTA to have and hold and this entire time, you've been sifting through your options to have sex with down here.
I wanted you to call me when you got home, just to make sure you were ok, and I was the one who ended up calling you on the following monday. Do you really care about how I feel?
And I know that we have both discussed not having a long-distance romance, but I don't understand why you are looking to have something like this with someone else. Your exact words were "Ashley and I were planning on going on a date." When were you planning on telling me this? After you had already slept with her? Once again, I feel that my feelings are not being taken into play, and once again I feel like I am being used.
I should have stuck to my guns and held on when I meant to say no. I don't mean to back you into a corner, I don't mean to put the pressure on you. But I am 19 years old, and I don't want to be your last resort when you don't have anyone better to do.
I am afraid of the answer, part of me already knows what you'll say, but I need to know where I stand... or even if I stand.
If your training to become a psychologist, you should have seen this coming. I can stand on this crossroad, so either kick me off the path, or tell me which way to go.