I hope you still read this.
I hope you know how deep the scars you caused every day for the last three and a half years run in me.
I hope my mere existence and happiness without you tortures you to the core of your being.
I hope this is how you feel forever.
And most of all, I hope that when your girlfriend finds out what you did she leaves you. Cold. Alone. And without even an inkling of a plan in your mind.