Dear First Love,

It has been almost 6 months since the last time I saw you. Half a year has gone by, and It feels like time is flying. In a good way.

I'm starting to forget what your voice sounds like. It's amazing to think that that sound was the most comforting sound to listen to one point in my life. I'm starting to forget what you look like in my mind. Your face is becoming blurry, and I used to stare at you for hours on end.

I have completely forgotten what it feels like to hold your hand. I have completely forgotten how your kisses feel on my lips. I have completely fallen out of love with you.

It's truly incredible how after I'd been with you for so long, I started to think I would end up marrying you one day, since you put those thoughts in my head. I guess in today's world, we think that just because we're with someone for so long and that we have a past with them that we're suppose to stay with them. We also try to convince ourselves that we are happy being with our first love when in reality, that isn't always realistic.

In our relationship, you and I started dating early in high school. We both changed so much over the course of high school to college. I guarantee no one is the same person their freshmen year of high school that they are their senior year of college. And I know that's okay. A lot of people don't see that. It's actually heart breaking. I know at least in our case, yes, I did love you, but I know we didn't believe we would find anyone else in this life, so we both stuck with what we had.

I'm so happy that you broke my heart. I'm actually happy now that you left me for someone else. It took you breaking my heart for me to realize my worth. It wasn't easy because I thought I had no worth. I thought I would never be good enough, honestly, because that's what it seemed like. But that's not the case.

I was good enough. I was good enough for myself and I got stronger. I know that everything happens for a reason, and I thank God every day that he tore us apart so we could live our lives the way we both intended them to be lived, happily.

I was good enough for someone else too. When I was with you for so long, I thought that you were the best I could ever have, but that certainly wasn't the case. I'm sure that your new someone else enjoys your jokes of calling them a "whore", ignoring them to play your video games for 5 hours at a time, or making fun of their beliefs, but I did not enjoy it. I found someone who enjoys my presence and likes being with me just to be with me. I hope you found that too. I really do hope you are happy.

I remember when you broke up with me, I told you, "I just hope you find the happiness you're looking for." I meant it. You deserve to be happy. I do too. I truly hope that you are happy because after dating you for so long, there is no way I can't care about you still. I just hope you found that happiness in yourself and not in someone else.

I'm glad that I made the mistakes I did with you, because I am able to learn from them now and grow into the person I've always wanted to be. I can be the girlfriend I always wanted to be as well, and I plan on doing that. I learned how to love someone when I was with you, and I plan on loving again; this time I will love harder because I've learned from these mistakes I made with you.

We will always be each others first love, but we certainly won't be each other's last. I'm doing well, if you were wondering. In fact, if you were to ask me how I expected I would be doing this time 6 months ago, I would've thought life couldn't get much worse. But, for the first time since I can remember, I am truly, blissfully, happy.