We make mistakes, and eventually grow apart. Some of us cut off ties civilly, while others just ghost away. And ghosting is the worst way to go about it. The hurt and pain that follows mars a person beyond what we can imagine. 

A Tumblr account run by a 16-year-old is full of last messages received from exes, ex-friends, and distant parents. But the ones sent by exes are the worst. They sadden you and make you question love, trust, and so much more. 

The stories behind the last messages people received from people who once loved them will break your heart. 

He was in a relationship and told me that he wasn’t happy and had broken up. I was deeply in love with him for the longest time before he told me that he got back together with her. After that it was just misery and pity texts for me. One day I received this and I woke up.

This was the last message I ever received from this girl. I thought maybe she’d be different, she promised she wouldn’t leave so I tried to trust her. But she suddenly stopped talking to me. It isn’t much of a story but it still hurt me because I tried to trust someone for the first time in over 5 years, and that’s what I get. I’ve had so many people leave me over the years, it makes it so hard to make friends or talk to people. I’m scared to get close to people. I’m scared to come out of my room. To text people, I’m scared I annoy everyone just by being alive. I miss and remember everyone who has left me. I’m still waiting for messages back. I’m always going to be there, even though I know I may never get that call or text.

My sophomore year of college, I lost my virginity to him. He moved away, so we decided to just be friends. When he came back, we had an on-again, off-again relationship that was really toxic for both of us. I realized that when it came to the two of us, it was all or nothing, so I decided to cut ties.

Four years ago I wound up in the emergency room after a back injury. The next morning, the low dose pain medication they sent me home with was doing nothing, and the pain was too intense to cope. I sent this message to a girl I had been close friends with for almost two years, who called me her best friend but the relationship always felt one sided, with me much more invested than her. I don’t have the phone this was sent with anymore but I’ll never forget this conversation, or how it felt to be less important than yard work. I haven’t spoken to her since. She never tried to contact me again, even to ask if I was okay.

We were friends for 7 years. We dated for almost 4. I thought I would marry him. He told me multiple times that he would always be there. He broke up with me for a month, sexted my ex best friend, and then I took him back (do not recommend). He played with my emotions for years. I broke up with him to deal with anxiety and depression issues stemming from my best friend’s mother’s death. He told me I was so messed up nobody would ever love me again, that I was too broken. Saw him a couple of years later, he told me he didn’t want to talk to me ever again, then sent me the message at the top. I ignored him. Then texted me the day after my birthday last year. I hope he just stays away.

Never give someone the ability to break you. 

I asked him for rides to the airport when I went out of town twice during the holidays because I wanted to spend time with him and then had no choice but to ask him for help a month ago when I ended up stranded in a parking lot 30-45 minutes away from home.

I thanked him profusely every time and tried everything I could think of to pay him back. I even convinced his “best friend” to hide money in his apartment when he constantly refused to accept anything from me.

He hasn’t spoken to me in over a month because “I took advantage of him for rides.”

We had dated for two years. Then one day he cheated on me and broke up with me over the phone. I felt like I didn’t deserve any better and for an entire year after that, month to month, day to day, I would try and forgive him. My heart wanted to. We cried, we laughed, we hugged, we fought. But in the end I couldn’t trust him again. This was our last conversation where we were straight with each other and I said that I needed to do what was best for me and shut him out.

We had been on and off again for 5 years.. He never treated or appreciated me the way I wanted him to. In my relentless efforts to get him to fully commit to me both emotionally and physically, things went down hill for me. The constant feeling of rejection and anxiety made my self-esteem come to an all-time low. A few weeks ago, I finally had the courage to pick myself back up. I told him I couldn’t do it anymore and blocked him on everything.

This was the last text he sent me after he broke up with me for no reason. He clamied it was because of my friends, but I felt that it was something else. He sits with the girl he liked before me everyday and makes sure I see it. He says hi to me in the hallway often and I pretend I don’t hear it but more than anything I just want to tell him how much I miss him. Even though I miss and love him so much right now, I know that if he tried to come back I would never give him the opportunity. He broke my heart and that is something I will never forgive him for.

I was goofing around with friends on Chatroulette when we got connected to this guy. After 1 hour of talking, my friends went to sleep. Him and I kept talking for another 5 hours. It didn’t take us long to fall in love. He was in Canada, I was in Belgium. This guy was my life. After 1.5 years of dating we decided to meet up in Paris. The first time I saw him was as if the world stood still. I remember looking at him and I went speechless. We held each other tight. We had our first kiss underneath the Eiffel tower right after he told me I was beautiful. It was magic.

When I came home I couldn’t be any happier, until I checked out his Facebook page only to find pictures of him and a girl walking hand in hand with the caption ‘Lovebirds’. I asked what the hell was going on. He met this girl right before he met up with me. He confessed, he loved me but it was easier to be with someone who lived close to him. I remember wanting to die. I cut my wrists so bad that it got infected. This is the day my depression started, it’s been 5 years and I’m still battling against it. I miss you, K.

I was a sophomore in high school when we met online. I never really expected to like him since we haven’t met in person. He lives overseas so I didn’t think that anything would come out of our conversations even though we both knew that we had a connection. A year later, we stopped talking because we both got busy with our own studies and the timezones are hard to keep up with. We had our own share of relationships that never lasted and went on with our lives. Now, I’m a junior in college. This was his last message to me a few months ago. I felt bad for what happened to him, but I thought that going back to what we had will only open wounds that had been healed a long time ago. I never replied. 

We dated for over a year, broke up with me on our anniversary, tried to make it clear he wanted to leave cause his unhappiness and not because of another girl, then proceeded to go out with the one girl I was always told not to worry about two weeks later.

After moving 1,784 miles away for college, cheating on me with another blonde haired blue eyed girl, and then breaking up with me via text message…his last message to me. I didn’t believe him.

We dated for four years, spent nearly eight years struggling to be together but struggling to stay away, then we dated for two months in 2015. When I broke up with him because we were still fighting and he was addicted to drugs, he used my best friend to send me abusive death threats. When he saw I got Twitter he messaged me, apologised and told me he finally got diagnosed with multiple mental health conditions and was clean.

I will always love him, and always have. But I refuse to put myself through any more of his manipulation and I deserve better than that. He was my addiction.

We were friends for 9 years, and we decided to try a relationship, it lasted two weeks. when I visted california for a week we saw eachother, about 3 days after I returned to my state, I found out he was talking to another girl. After 9 years I couldn’t do it anymore. “Yup”. It’s been a year.

And that’s how my marriage ended.

We met two years ago. Almost immediately after meeting, we began a crazy, passionate, amazing romance. I fell in love with him deeply. I remember every detail of our relationship. I remember the first time we ever saw each other and I remember the first and last times we ever made love. He began acting strangely and finding excuses to not see me about three weeks before this. I texted him one night, telling him I missed him and asking when we could hang out. He answered that he wasn’t sure. He asked if he could tell me something. I said of course. He told me he wasn’t in love with me anymore. I remember feeling so empty during the entire conversation. He told me he had fallen in love with someone else. She’s the luckiest girl in the whole world. I hate to admit it, but I’m still as in love with him as the day I first laid eyes on him. I’m sure I’ll never stop loving him. I’ll always be here for him. Always. No matter what.

This is the last text I got from my last real conversation with the first (and, maybe, only) guy I have ever been in love with so far. He was a freshman in college while I was still a junior in high school. The last time I saw him in person before he left, I broke down for hours, crying on my front porch. I was trying to distance myself to cope with my own heartbreak, but he expected the same amount of attention as ever. He took my decision to take a small step back as a sign that I wanted to cut him off for good––so he took the initiative to cut me out of his life online across social media before I even got a say in the decision. When I called out his drastic measures, this was his reply. I was tired and stressed and still quite heartbroken, so I told him I had class, hoping an hour away from my phone would give me the clarity I needed to think things through. Instead, he pulled the age card. I realized in that moment that he was not worth holding on to, and that I was lucky that our relationship actually didn’t pull through to be long distance while he was at college, because he clearly didn’t respect me. Over a year later, despite the age difference, I’ve come out on top as the successful one.

The love is definitely no longer there, but I still remember how sweet it felt. It’s the reason why someone who isn’t worth my time still crosses my mind nearly every day. But the bitter truth is that he probably hasn’t given a damn about me since then.

This is between my ex girlfriend and me. We dated for 2 months and I fell extremely hard for her. She broke up with me one day then ignored me for the next 6 months. I tried to talk to her everyday but she wouldn’t reply. Then one day out of the blue, she called me and we talked. She said she really needed a friend. I told her I had always been there for her. We got closer again and then nothing… again. I was thinking about her one day and where we could have been, so text her asking if she ever thought about where we could be too. Her response hurt. I haven’t talked to her since.

We invest time, efforts, emotions, feelings and so much more, hoping that the other person might feel the same way about us. But sometimes, life isn’t fair and people leave. 

But life carries on, and so do you. Let the past be the past, hold on to the present, and hope for a better, brighter future.