While we were together, I gave us everything I had; you barely half-assed it most of the time. I told you what I needed (communication), and I requested you not to do things I didn't like (for instance, tickling me); you ignored my needs and requests, and did whatever you wanted to do. At the end of us, getting drunk with your friends was more important to you than spending time with me. Faced with that, I did what any sane woman would do: I asked you to man up and keep the promise you made to me at the beginning of our relationship, that I would always be front and center in your life. You had no interest in doing that, so I said thanks for the good times, and I left. Now I'm with someone who loves me, respects me, cherishes me, and works his ass off to make sure that we are solid. I love him, adore him, and I feel safe when I'm with him. He goes out of his way to be good to me. He reaches for the responsibilities that come with a relationship. And when we hit a rough spot, we talk it out. He's not only good boyfriend material, he's also good husband and father material. I am sorry that you still have feelings for me, and I freely admit that I still have feelings for you, too. But they will never be enough to overcome what your actions have indicated is a lack of emotional maturity on your part. If you feel bad about me getting over you "so quickly," look to what your role was in causing yourself that pain. You had one shot at us, and you fucked it up. If I was really that important to you, you would have taken actions consistent with a man who wants to be with me. You didn't, so I did what was best for me, and I have no regrets. I hope you find love again. I hope she's everything you've ever wanted. And I hope you are aware enough to realize how good you have it. Good-bye.