Dear You,
You probably clicked on this because you think that it’s about you; who knows, maybe it is. This letter could go in many directions, but I’m going to be the bigger person. It has taken me over a year to finally to be able to put into words what I’m feeling and for me to be OK. You hurt me really bad, but I no longer cry when I talk about it. You met me at such a vulnerable and fragile stage of my life, and you took full advantage of that. Then it clicked: I was convenient. I was an easy back up. Just tell her what she wants to hear, give her a little bit of hope, give her a little bit of rope and just real her back in when you need her. Even I felt as though I had to tiptoe around the shambles of my own heart; I was left to put everything back together. Then that day happened when everything did fall apart. I stayed in my dorm for three solid days crying nonstop and trying to figure things out. I didn’t know what to do or what to say to anyone. It was a HUGE wake up call to me. So thank you for that wake up call.
THANK YOU for doing what you did to me because without it I wouldn’t have met an amazing guy who built me back up and showed me how to love myself.
Thank you for showing me that I shouldn’t trust people as much as I do…
Thank you for showing me that there are more fish in the sea (better ones too).
Thank you for showing me that somethings are too good to be true.
Thank you for allowing me to find my true self.
Thank you for giving me hope again.
Thank you for showing me to never underestimate anyone.
Thank you for what you did for me so my mom and I could to become close again.
Thank you for making it seem like my life was over, IT JUST MADE ME STRONGER and made me realize I can get through anything.
There are many more “thank you's” that I could have written, but me writing this is me letting go of my past. This is me making peace and overlooking what could hold me back. It’s been nearly two years, and I finally have the courage to do this. In these two years I have grown far more than I would have imagined as a person. I am no longer that naive 18-year-old girl anymore.
So this is my goodbye and good riddance to you.
I forgive you.
Sincerely,
Me