Dear Ex,

I won't call you anything else. You showed me how to love with my all. You showed me that no matter your size, style, or religious views, there will always be someone who loves you for it. You taught me how to open up instead of bottling everything in until I explode, which I have done a few times, you would know. You taught me that you can love your best friend and be in love with them too.

You showed me what love is. You took care of me in times of need and heartache. You would stay by my side through thick and thin.

You weren't just my boyfriend, you asked me to marry you. We were upstairs at your sister's Christmas eve party. I knew you were going too. I saw the ring box in your pocket and for some odd reason, you kept checking on me every five seconds. I guess you were nervous. We both were. I was doing the finishing touch up of my makeup routine when you took my hand and called me beautiful. I wanted to kiss you, but I didn't want to get lipstick on you.

You walked me over to your nephew's room and we had so much fun that night. It was one of the best nights of my life, despite the fact that I couldn't spend the holidays with my family, but you made up for that. You made sure I stayed happy and didn't think about missing my family too much. I stayed over a month with you. It was beautiful. You took me everywhere with you. You showed me places you went as a kid, and taught me how to catch and hold pigeons.

When we dated, you learned everything about me, and I knew so much about you. It was so good to come home from school and know that you were there, waiting for me. I was in love with you and to this day, I can't say that I lost that love. I do love you, in a way that I know we aren't together anymore, but that will never change the fact that I wish we could have ended things on better terms and I wish we could still be friends. You meant the world to me, and I still care about you. You told me when we ended that you, "still want to be friends," and be here for me and I understood completely. I was heartbroken but I could not and refused to take my pain out on you. So, I resorted to being depressed and crying every night without you.

You were a part my life that I can't forget, I won't forget. You were my daily routine. We fell asleep together every night, but you would always wait until I fell asleep because you knew I would get lonely without you. You and I started to grow our separate ways and it took a toll on our relationship. I still loved you. I still loved your family, but for my own sake, I've learned to fall out of love with you. People can call you as many names as they want and can say whatever they may like about you because of what you have done to me, but what they don't know is that I loved you so much that I never let what you did get to me.

I knew you would never intentionally hurt me. You wanted a way out, and I didn't want to keep you strapped down. I'm writing this letter in hopes that I can get the closure I'm looking for. I want you to know it's been months, and I'm still not over you. I don't think I will ever recover from the amount of pain our breakup caused me, but I want you to know, she's pretty. I hope she can give you what I couldn't. I hope she'll listen to you talk about your dreams and your relatives that have passed that you still have a connection to. I hope she'll treat you like you're her world, her night, and day. I hope your family will approve of her and confide in her, like they did with me. I hope your mom and dad still wish the best for you and her. I hope she can love you like I did, only better. I want you to know that she's pretty.

P.S. I threw your ring on the floor.