"Dearest Andrea, " I wrote. "Let me start by saying what you've told me to stop saying. I love you.

"At times, I've grown to hate you. you're selfish, and you're weak. You left because it was easier for you. It was what your parents wanted. You had more opportunities there. Your family would be there. Life is better there. And it is. but how could you leave when you promised me that you'd always love me? And how the hell are you supposed to do that from halfway around the world?

"You were supposed to make the more difficult choice. That's what people in love do. But you couldn't, selfish as you were, and I let you go because I knew that's what you needed to do.

"Now you're just being unfair, telling me to stop saying I love you when that's the only real thing I know nowadays. You tell me we're friends and then tell me that you met someone, as if that isn't supposed to affect me. Well, buddy, you ripped my heart out with your little piece of news. But hey, you always do that.

"Meanwhile, what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to say that I'm happy for you? I'm happy that you've forgotten me and moved on?

"Yet still I love you. Can you please tell me why? I pine away for you in the middle of the night. I think of you all the time when God knows I should be working. There's always too much work to do any given day. My friends (our friends who you left as well) tell me I'm being pathetic. If it's true-and it probably is-it's because I love you.

"Fair's fair. You've met someone. I've met someone too. There's this girl at work, Cat, who's absolutely beautiful and my best friend of late. There's real magic there. And then there's this girl, Ruby, who I've been crazy about ever since puberty. She suddenly materialized back into my life, and I'd be a fool not to give it a go.

"But Cat and I can't be anything more than friends because we work together, and Ruby and I are doomed to have a few dates that will never amount to anything (at best, a fling perhaps) because I'd be lying to someone if I told either of them that we could be anything more than what we are now. Because you're still the one I love. And I hate you for it. -Vince"

Excerpt taken from Vince's Life: The Next Chapter - Getting over Andrea

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