Dear you,

I remember a much simpler time when we were young and dumb, and we were so crazily in love. You don’t understand what you made me become. You’ve both helped and hurt me, but you guided me to be the best me I’ll ever be, and I am extremely grateful for it.

You were my everything. You were my rock. You were my go-to dinner date. I told you everything. I called you for everything: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

I laughed with you.

I cried with you.

I loved you.

I let you see the side(s) of me no one’s ever seen, and you completely took advantage of that, but for both of our benefits.

Why?

I’d rather have given you, one person, a million chances, rather than give a million people one chance. You were so hard to forget, and you still are. I still have the shoe box of old pictures sitting under my bed. I’m not sure what exactly happened between us. We didn’t fight a lot. Nothing happened. No one got between us, but what happened was probably what was best for both of us.

No, I’m not in love with you, but I do love you. I never thought that you and I would actually end. I thought that we were bound to last forever, that we’d get married, have children, and die together. Wasn’t that how we dreamed it to be? Or was that just me?

Our spark, which was once a firework, just faded away into nothingness. We didn’t have the same chemistry that we used to. We started growing up, and as we grew up, we grew apart. Breaking up with you was one of the most difficult things I have ever done but I must say that it was very relieving and somewhat rewarding. I’ve met new people, and so did you. I moved on, and so did you.

But the best part of this is that we still text each other when something good happens, and when we go on dates with other people, and it is just far from awkward because I now look at you more as a best friend than a boyfriend.

So thank you for the countless memories, and thank you for continuing them even after the breakup.

With love,

Emily