Dear You,
You know who you are, and so do I. You’re the person who used to know me better than anyone. I can’t say that anymore, because we’ve both changed so much. I can’t say we’d be able to keep a conversation going if we spoke today.
But you’re you. You’ll always be my first love. You’re the person who first treated me like a princess and made me feel unconditionally wanted. You’re the person I turned to when the world turned ugly. You saw me laugh, you saw me angry, you saw me cry; you made me cry. At times, you were the reason my world was ugly.
We’re down. We’ve ended. Our chapter in my book, and in yours, has closed. There’s no need to flip back and re-read certain parts. We all knows that the good parts made the sad ones so much worse. It’s closed and I’m happier that way, just like you are.
I’m here to tell you one thing that I need you to know: I forgive you. I forgive you for all the cruel, unnecessary things you did to me. I forgive you for not letting things rest when I needed so badly for them to slow. I forgive you for forcing me to face my scariest thoughts head-on.
I’m here to tell you that I forgive you, but I won’t forget you. I won’t forget the good times, the best times; that’s why I’ll always hope good things are happening for you. I won’t forget the laughter; that’s why I hope you find someone who always makes you smile. I won’t forget the fighting, that’s why I’ll never go back. I won’t forget the cheating, that’s why I won’t ever consider bringing you back into my life. And I won’t forget everything I learned from being with you: Sometimes the one that you want isn’t the one that deserves your time.
I’m forgiving you because it’s too exhausting to be angry with someone who doesn’t care anymore. I’m forgiving you because I deserve the freedom to live my life without thoughts of you riddled in my brain. I forgive you because I love myself.
I hope one day, you can forgive me, too.