I’ll write this here, since things are over now.

You weren’t perfect, you weren’t for me, you were many things that I despise—and often, you treated me horribly. Yet, I still loved you as a person. As someone I felt I had known in a past life. I would have put up with the one text every six months if it meant still getting to know you. But, you never tried to understand me or go deeper. Even though I was at first devastated, I’m glad we have ended and I can finally move on without questioning our standing.

If we ever pass on the street, I probably won’t look your way. But please know that I will always think the world of you and see the best in you, even when you hate yourself. You’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be.
—You're so cool