Oh honey. There are some days-some days. I want to tell you what he's been saying about you. I want to tell you what he said that made me tell him that it was inappropriate for me to continue talking to him. I want to tell you that before he booked that room for you on valentine's day he was telling me that he wasn't happy.
I want to tell you because I've been there before, I've been that girl. I wish I could save you from the hurt he is going to cause you someday. Because I don't want him- I never have. I am happily ensconced with the love of my life and I hope it stays that way until we are both old and grey and crotchety together. I don't want him-but some other girl will-maybe already has. I don't think I'm that special, I never have. I refuse to believe that there are too men in the world who are as struck with me as my wonderful boyfriend and yours seem to be. And mine is honest. Which means yours has probably done this to every girl that has crossed his path- and honey he lives in a fraternity house. Not all of them will have had the integrity or self respect to say no.
Sweetie, I'm saying that he cheated on you. Not with me, but undoubtedly with someone.
I want to tell you all of these things, because from what I've heard you're a sweet girl. But I cannot find a scenario that does not involve my own self destruction in this process. Girls are notoriously vengeful towards the bearers of bad news, and I just don't have the mental or emotional time right now. I hope you find out soon-actually no. I hope you never find out. I hope you break up because of distance or growing apart or a stupid fight-because finding these things out hurts so much more then just having them end. I promise you that.
Good luck, honey. I hope you two work out- but in the meantime don't stop looking for prince charming.