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Dear New Girlfriend

Dear New Girlfriend,

I hope you don't mind me writing too you. But I thought I would just reach out to see how you were doing. You see, I was like you. I saw the charm, it was refreshing. He held himself up to some standards and I respected that. He was able to hold a conversation, that is, until you realize the conversations he can hold are the only ones. He has those mystical eyes. They really are breathtaking but you shouldn't stare into them. They will trap you in his webs.

Trust me when I say, I know why you think you like him. He has those sweet words. You want to believe that he is only saying those words too you, but that's not true.

He will pretend to be the victim and act so defenseless to make it seem like you are the crazy one. He will pretend like your feelings matter when his actions will always prove your feelings don't matter.

He likes to act like he isn't broken, like he isn't damaged or selfish. He likes women more damaged than him so they can't see how flawed he really is. He thrives on broken women. And believe me when I say: You aren't one of those broken women.

I wasn't broken when I met him but I was broken when I left. 

You shouldn't have to leave broken either. So, that's why I'm checking up on you. To give you the out you might need.

I broke enough for any new girlfriend. I suffered and felt that pain for you. This is my warning for you. If you have these doubts, if you have any feeling that something isn't right...Run.


And I will be here making sure you know how wonderful you are with out him.

And if you do love him, so much so that you stay, Just know I deeply hope you find happiness. I hope he never treats you the way he treated me. I hope you never experience the heartache he put me through.

I hope you are happy.

Love,
Yasmena





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