A letter to my ex:

The moment I met you I knew I had to have you. From our first few messages on Facebook, to our first text messages, to our first date, kiss, and everything in-between, I was smitten. You rescued me from the deep depression I was in from my last break up months prior and made me the happiest girl in all the land, as far as I was concerned. I couldn't get enough of you, and from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep I was excited to just have your attention. I knew how much I meant to you, and you knew how much you meant to me, and that summer was full of memories and moments of love that will always have a place in my heart.

Then it came time for me to go back to school. It was my junior year and the work load was crazy. I just joined rugby to actually make friends, later to have helped me with this breakup, I had two jobs and a boyfriend to all balance out with sleep, practice, and work. I tried so hard to make it work, and the paragraphs through text became one word answers, and my free time became smaller and smaller, and our flame died out. The constant fighting was too much. This all repeated the spring semester. I felt like our relationship was a job more than a relationship. But I loved you and wanted so badly for things to go back to the way they did. And they did, all summer, until Labor Day weekend when I entered my senior year. We both have moved on, and I still care about you, and of course I'll always love you, but we just didn't go together. The timing for us wasn't right. And I can never thank you enough for everything you did for me. And I'm sorry for breaking your heart. And we both have moved on. But if you happen to read this someday, just remember I will catch myself thinking about you and the two wonderful summers we spent together.