My Past Love,
There is a difference between wanting to be with someone and wanting closure. There is a difference between remembering a past relationship and wanting it back. A broken heart is different from a scarred one. Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting. It doesn’t mean I don’t think of you from time to time. It doesn’t mean I don’t hurt.
Sometimes I hear a certain song on the radio – one you used to play for me on your acoustic, and I think of you. I drive past that special spot you took me to, and the memories begin coming back. I reminisce about all the fun times we had together. I wonder if you sing her the same songs and take her to the same places. Through it all, I wonder if I ever even cross your mind. I wonder if the lyrics you sang were true. I find myself wondering if anything you told me was true. I know it’s not though, because, if it were, you would still be my friend. If you cared about me like you said you did, you would have room for in your life. You would maintain some type of relationship with me, even if that meant only an occasional text or Facebook message to see how I’m doing. You told me you loved me and would be there for me no matter what, but then you left me. You got rid of me too easily, and forgot about me far too quickly for me to believe any of your lies.
The thing is, you didn’t have to tell me any of those things. You came to me. I never asked you to be there, but you insisted. Then you left me feeling like a fool. You’ve broken the unbreakable and replaced what you called irreplaceable. I relied on the unreliable and have mistaken what I thought to be unmistakable.
Though you have hurt me, I am not angry at you. In fact, I want to thank you because you have helped shaped me into the woman I am today. Dating you has made me see what I don’t want in a guy, and, therefore, has helped me figured out what I do. If you didn’t leave me, I wouldn’t be with a man who treats me right. Since you broke my heart, it has healed and become stronger. I learned that I need to be independent and love myself before anyone else can. I have learned what a relationship should be. I have learned to value my boyfriend but not to rely on him alone for my happiness because you never know what the future may bring. Lastly, I’ve learned not to make promises you can’t keep.
I hope you’ve learned a thing or two. I know you’re with someone else now, and I hope you keep your promises to her. I hope you treat her like a princess. I hope you take her on nice dates, and you play her songs straight from the heart. I hope for the best for you two, I really do. I also hope, though, that you haven’t forgotten about me. I want you to know that I still think of you from time to time. Don’t take this all the wrong way; I don’t want you back. I do, however, wish you would acknowledge me. I want you to know that, though I have moved on, it still hurts at times. My heart is not broken, but left with a scar. It is a scar that fades with each day that passes, but a scar that will never completely go away because it marks a heart that will never forget.
Sincerely,
A Lost Love
