I still remember falling in love with you, every minute of it. I remember dancing, tipsy and barefoot in a friend's living room, to my favorite song and knowing you were the one. It's been six months since I broke your heart.

Falling in love in high school was easy, especially with you. When we found out we'd be attending the same college, I was overjoyed. I couldn't believe I got to go to the school of my dreams with the man of my dreams. I didn't even care about the ignorant comments like “Oh did you just pick that school to be with your boyfriend?” (Which was not even remotely true). I was ready to take on the world with you, or at least freshmen year. We spent that summer in pure bliss.

Once summer ended, very early on I saw our relationship change. Despite your best effort, college just wasn't going well for you. You became so dependent on me and in return I pushed further and further away. We stopped going out, having adventures, laughing together, all the things that made us, us. You started lying to me and about me to your friends and family which lead to countless fights and us screaming at the top of our lungs at each other. Don't think I'm blaming this all on you; I had my fair share of faults in our relationship. I yelled at you for not taking me out and not making me feel special. I was so scared and angry that we were falling apart, so I lashed out at you. If I've learned anything from our time together, it is to control my temper, especially with the people I love. I know how hurtful the things I said out of angry were. No matter how bad the argument was, we decided to hold on to what we had.

The last month of our relationship was, lets face it, a disaster. With our conflicting work and class schedules we hardly had any time to spend together but even when we did we could barely look at each other without a fight breaking out. I watched us turn into two people I didn't recognize and didn't like. After over a year of being together I decided to end things with you.

In the end, what tore us apart wasn't a lack of love, but not being what the other needed anymore. I needed you to be someone you weren't and you needed me to be someone I couldn't be. I know you didn't want things to end, it broke my heart seeing you cry and hearing you beg for one more chance. I hope you know walking away from you was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. But that's just it, I had to do it.

Despite how much I loved you, I wasn't happy any more. My grades were slipping, I wasn't eating or sleeping, I wasn't going out with my friends, I was mean to you, and I stopped doing the things I loved. I guess it wasn't even that I wasn't happy anymore; it was that I wasn't me anymore. I want you to know that I don't regret a day we spent together. You were my first love and what we had was special. I guess these things just sometimes fall through.

I was so mad and hurt when you said we couldn't be friends and I hated you for refusing to see or talk to me after I ended things. I want you to know I hold no more anger towards you and I understand that it's what you needed to do to move on. Thank you for our irreplaceable memories, I will never forget you. Even though it was made clear that we were not meant to be together, I know we were meant to be in each others lives. Even if I never see or hear from you again, I wish you all the happiness in the world.