First off, let's start by saying how grateful I am that I met you.

My heart wouldn’t hurt if I didn’t meet someone that I have experienced so much with. We were good friends. We texted about our favorite foods and how annoying it was when your favorite teams were losing. We went on dates and you introduced me to your friends, who in turn became some of the best friends I’ve ever had. So thank you for that.

What I don’t understand is the hatred you have for me in your heart. We parted ways and I’ve grown to accept that. I don’t wish you the worst; I don’t hate the air you breathe--anymore that is. Lets face it, when you ended things between us I hated everything that had to do with you. But now I see it clearly. We had good times, and now we just co-exist.

I hope the new girl that you like so much treats you well. I hope that she sits with you in the library and laughs at the faces you make while you try to figure stuff out. I hope she likes to dance and listens to the music you like, because God knows I hated it. I hope she doesn’t steal all of the covers at night and that she actually likes to cuddle as much as you do.

I hope that you love the major that you finally decided on and that you manage to get the A in the language you couldn’t stand. I hope you are having the time of your life right now, because this is college and soon we have to be productive members of society. Because you know, I wish you the best.

I may still get bitter sometimes. It bothers me to this day that I can't laugh and joke around about the stupid things we used to do together, share the friendship we used to have, or even share the friends that we both adore. I’m sorry if I rant and say mean things and it gets back to you. I chalk it up to the fact that you deserve it, but you don’t. We're all just trying to get by.

The point of this is that I hope one day we can be friends; we can laugh about all the memories that were made, and the times that we were too reckless for our own good. I wait for the day that we can talk about the fact that we were so mean to each other after such good times.

I'm really am glad you are happy; you deserve it. Especially after putting up with me for that long.

Let's just put it behind us and have a beer or few, huh?