Thank you.

Thank you for not treating me as well as you should have so that I learned exactly how I deserve to be treated.

Thank you for being the kind of boy that my mother told me you were, proving to me that her instinct is indeed always right.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to feel my heart breaking so that the next time I felt it happening, I knew that I was strong enough to pick myself up, dust myself off and move on.

Thank you for not letting me go even though you knew that I wasn't what you wanted. From this, I learned that I can walk away from something that I want more than anything, even if it hurts.

Thank you for putting so many other things before me, for now I understand that I should be a priority.

These are just a few of the lessons that my relationship with you taught me. Yes, they may all make me seem angry, petty and immature, but in reality, I am truly thankful. Without you, I would’ve accepted the treatment you gave me for even longer than I did because I believed that that was what I deserved. I’m not going to lie, I resented you for a long time after we stopped talking. I resented you for making me feel like I was less than I am and lowering my self-esteem. To be completely honest, for a short while, I even hated you for making my think that I wasn’t enough for you.

You read that right, I said “hated.” As in past-tense.

I no longer hate you, I don’t really even resent you. I’ve grown as a person and I’m sure that you have as well so I forgive you. I accept the apology that I may or may not have blown off when you texted it to me after you got drunk with your buddies one night because I know that I probably won’t get anything more than that. I don’t even blame you for the tears I shed, I know that I could but I have no desire to do so because I know that we were both immature and it’s useless to hold onto the idea that a high school boy wasn’t going to do whatever he wanted to do.

I also need you to understand that I do not regret the feelings that I had for you and I definitely don’t regret any of the memories that I made with you. Sometimes you made me genuinely happy but sometimes just wasn’t enough for me. To be honest, I’m glad that things happened how they did and I’m happy that we’re both doing well. I still care about you and occasionally, I wonder how you’re doing. I do still love you, I will probably always love you, but I’m not in love with you nor will I ever be again. With that being said, good luck with all of your future endeavors, I hope you make a good life for yourself.