Dear Right Guy, Wrong Time,
Mr. Perfect, you know who you are. It was clear very early on that we weren't prepared for each other, and it hit us like a ton of bricks. Nothing could have prepared me for you. You were kind, funny, handsome, generous, and insanely smart. The whole package.
You softened me and helped me stay calm. I helped you become less shy and more opinionated. For those reasons, we decided to date for almost two years. More than half of that time was long distance, but we didn't care.
Fridays were for sunset drives to the other. I learned to pack everything I would need for one weekend in one small bag. Also, I probably managed to gain five pounds by getting Chick-Fil-A on my way out of town to come see you. When you came to see me, I knew to prepare for a storm of your stuff strewn about my place, as well as charge my speaker because I'd be hearing your favorite music the whole weekend on blast. We went to rival games, spent every waking moment of breaks together, and shared plenty of friends in common.
However, just because things are great, doesn't mean we won't have problems. Things got more complicated as we settled into our separate lives in college. You were working and nailing your classes, and I was giving my heart and soul to school and my sorority. Both of us would get stressed; we'd lose our tempers (me more than you, I'm still sorry.) Visits were fewer and further between. It just didn't work anymore.
Now, I'm in a spot I've never been in. My last break-ups resulted in me feeling relieved and ready to be without that person, but you (per usual) are different. My heart aches when I get a text and it's not you. I can't see some TV shows or movies without thinking of you. Our friends are finding out slowly, and my chest gets tighter every time I tell them, "it just got too difficult." Worst of all, I'm here pouring my heart out on the internet for everyone to read about how pathetic I feel, and the only one I want to talk to about it is you.
We did the right thing -- we know it. I definitely didn't think it would hurt this much. We had problems -- it wasn't working. That does not, under any circumstances, mean you aren't still the perfect guy I fell in love with. The timing just wasn't right. It never really was to begin with.
Thanks for everything.
Sincerely,
Right Girl, Wrong Time
