This was on purpose.

Things always happen for a reason. The people in your life are there for a reason, and you do things and make mistakes and change your mind and do all of these crazy things for a reason. When you grow up, you're going to get your heart broken. You're going to get used and played and hurt and you're going to be happy one day and mad and angry and sad as hell the next. The people in your life are there for a reason and they say things for a reason. And eventually, you realize that either they're full of shit or are actually reliable. 

But you, my dear, are full of shit. I refuse to be your substitute any longer. I don't want to be your backup girl. No. I am a priority. That is the only thing I will ever accept from this day on. You don't mean anything when you tell me that you "remember us" and that you "think if things had played out differently, we'd be together now." Well, guess what? If you really thought we were just oh-so-special like you claim, we would be together right now. We wouldn't be having the conversation we have every day. No, I will not wait for you to break up with your girlfriend and no, I will not sit here and be here for you to talk to when you're bored. No. I am too good for that. I am the one you should be talking to when you're loving life and when you achieved something and you should be talking to me just because you fucking want to know how my day went because I am just always on your mind.

I REFUSE to live one more day being your backup.  I am just too good to settle for that.