“How could I forget you? You ruined me.
I know if I actually wrote this letter and sent it you
would see my name on the top left corner and rip
it up, throw it out, or maybe even get wild and
You probably wouldn’t even laugh at that
joke because I know how angry you are with me.
hope you know I don’t blame you I was a terrible
person…especially in the end.
You loved me
though all my flaws, my crazy moments, and most
importantly my indecisiveness.
I am grateful for
Back then we were enamored with each other and I was the
happiest I had been in a very long time.
moment in our relationship I knew I loved you
and the seventeen year old me even thought you
could be the “one”.
For a while you were but then
I became tired of being the
only one that was talking and never hearing about
something you may have felt deeply about.
always took the easy way out, just agreed, and
You seemed to always find a reason to
never bring me around your family.
avoid coming to my house and when you did you
Before I knew it we were fighting
more than laughing.
We should have broken up
then but it was convenient for us to be together,
and it ruined our beautiful love story.
of a beautiful love story we could have had we
gave each other something better.
So I’ll start off by
saying this; I am sorry I broke your heart but I am
not sorry for everything else.
I taught you that hugs were a necessity, not just
for me but for everyone you cared about.
you that you weren’t just living life just because
you got up everyday and did what you were
suppose to do.
I taught you that tears weren’t a sign
of weakness, but a sign of trust.
I taught you that
people who treat you like Sh*t needed to be
confronted and not tolerated.
I taught you to be
close to your family because you were so lucky to
have them all in one place.
I taught you how to be
passionate for things that you wanted.
I taught you
Because before me love to you was just a
word, and love to me it was (it is) a feeling and an
But most importantly I taught you how to
As much as I wish you could be the “one” like I
thought you were when I was seventeen, the 20-
year-old me knows that we were only meant to
spend a brief moment in each other’s lives.
girl that gets to spend the rest of her life with you
is so lucky and I won’t be jealous at all because I
know I’ll be a part of something that will make you
much happier than I ever could.
I know you don’t
believe me right now or even care to listen to what
I have to say.
I just hope when you meet the real
“one” that you share all your stories, hug her,
laugh with her, love her fiercely, and do all the
things we didn’t get to do.
You’ll get that feeling
around her that you had with me only this time it
will be stronger and deeper.
She will make you
happy again just like the way you showed me I
could be happy again.
Don’t look for her she is coming.
She’ll be the best
thing that ever happens to you.
And you’ll never
let her go.