I like to refer to you as a summer fling, but really the guy I cheated on you with that drunken night was the fling.
You were as close to the real thing as I've ever gotten, and I'm glad that I never told you about that night. In fact, I was so guilty about it, that I hadn't spoken to you after that one night stand. I wasn't setting out to hurt you-I was saving you from the pain of heartbreak.
But you were hurt, anyway. I ruined it, but you ruined it, too by letting yourself be manipulated by your "friend" aka the drunken stoner a______ who was more or less, a walking STD.
Why you looked up to him, and still do, I'll never know. All I can do is hope that you'll sober up the way I did and put all that behind you.
