You were my first real relationship. I never thought I would be with someone like you, and I was completely surprised when we fell for each other so fast. At the time, I thought that was a good thing because it was like love at first sight. Maybe it was, even if it was short-lived.
Throughout our short time together, we were inseparable. We saw each other every day and texted all the time, except when we were asleep. Things were amazing and I was so caught up with being in love for the first time that I didn’t notice the red flags. In hindsight, there were a lot of them.
I’d heard the rumors in high school. I was really close with one of your exes at the time. Whenever I mentioned it, you would brush it off and say that none of it was true, all of your exes were just crazy. I should’ve known by the offensive way you referred to them that the guy you seemed to be was too good to be true. Everything you said was a twisted version of the truth, leaving out the parts where you were at fault. Still, I ignored it all because I put my blind trust in you from the second we got together.
Before we knew it, summer was over and I was going back to school. The day I left, you didn’t come to say goodbye. I brushed it off, even though it hurt and I was mad. You came to visit me twice. By the second time, things were pretty rocky, but I was supportive and there for you, in a way you never were for me. One day, I asked you about a girl whom I was suspicious of, it led to a fight and you broke up with me… over Facebook.
A week later, I saw that you went to visit that girl who had moved away. Your, “in a relationship” status with her was marked two days after we broke up. What a coincidence.
I don’t miss you and I probably never will because what you did changed me. The message you left with me was equally simple and painful: I’m not good enough. What you don’t know is that I never believed it. After a while, I realized that whether you thought I was good enough or not didn’t matter to me. If nothing else good came out of our relationship, I know now that the only person whose opinion of me that should matter is my own, and I am more than good enough for me.
Heartbreak is something that we all experience. Whether it’s because you miss the person you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with or because you were betrayed and hurt more than you ever thought possible, we all feel it at some point. It might feel like you’re drowning, like you’ll never be happy again and maybe even make you believe that you’re unlovable, but let me tell you something: you will be okay.
Whether it takes a week, a couple months, or a few years, one day you’ll laugh at the thought of ever missing the bastard who couldn’t see your worth. I see it. I see your worth. You’re amazing, unique, and beautiful and if someone can’t see that? They’re not worth another second of your time.
