I remember everything. I remember how we met, when we met, and why we met. I remember every last detail of our relationship. It took me by surprise. You wanted to know every little thing about me, and you knew that I was never going to open up to you that fast. Yet, you never pushed me to talk. You made me feel like I was the prettiest, most gorgeous girl in the entire world. I wasn’t looking for you when I met you. I didn’t think anything was going to happen, yet I fell hard, and fell fast.

We spent the first summer on a crazy and wild ride. I remember waking up in your arms and just being the happiest girl in the world. I got to wake up next to my best friend every day. We went to every possible country concert together, Tim McGraw was our favorite. That night is engraved into my brain. We were dancing, and you twirled me around and looked me in the eyes and told me you loved me. I cried. It was happy tears. I’ve never felt that exhilaration before, until I met you.

I remember meeting your parents for the first time and I was scared out of my mind because what if they didn’t like me. I remember the first time you met my dad, and he was questioning you. I remember spending our first Christmas together, and we were so excited that we had to hide the presents because we wanted to have one another open up the presents. We had so many little moments that felt like huge moments back them. We were unstoppable. We were the power couple.

But you hurt me in ways that cannot be fixed by you. Or by another person. It can only be fixed by myself. You took a hammer and shattered my heart into millions of tiny pieces. You made a choice that night; and that night plays in my mind. You lied to my face, because you thought it would go away. You thought I would overlook everything that happened. But how could I still be with someone who I can’t trust. I couldn’t.

We had so many great memories together. Memories that kill me to this day. I wish I could get rid of all of them. You were my best friend, and my boyfriend. And it sucked losing my best friend, more than my boyfriend. You were the person I ran to for help, and you were my support system. Now, I do not need your support. I do not need anything from you.

But you know what, I am so much happier without you. I am my own free person. I’m on my own adventure. It’s the most thrilling thing that I have done in years. Maybe you thought you broke me. I even thought that I was broken. You did not break me. Being broken means that you do not work anymore. I still work. I may be bruised, but I’m still breathing, talking, and mending. I survived this. Means I’ll survive anything. You set me free.

The best advice I have gotten from this experience is: "If you loved the wrong guy that much, just wait until you love the right guy." And I'm so excited about that.