To The Boy Who Broke My Heart,

I thought you were the one. Your world slowly turned into my world, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing ever. With every minute passing, my love for you grew stronger. I loved our adventures and concerts in the car, but I also just loved being in your presence. You finally made me feel whole. I felt like everything in my life was falling into place as I was falling more and more in love. But apparently, as my love grew stronger, yours diminished. It would have been nice if you communicated that to me, but whatever, you’re just a guy and guys really don’t understand what communication is. Those last few months, I treated you like a prince and you treated me like a princess. I thought everything was perfect. Sure, we had our moments, but every couple has them. And then one day, EVERYTHING changed.

I still remember the exact moment my life was turned upside down. I was sitting at my desk watching YouTube videos for class. That’s when my phone vibrated. That’s when I broke. You were done. You didn’t want to see me anymore; you didn’t want to talk to me anymore. No reason, nothing. You were just done.

I sat there sobbing, hyperventilating. It was like I forgot how to breathe. As the minutes, hours, and days passed, nothing became easier. Everyone kept telling me time heals all wounds, and I told them it wouldn’t heal this one. I was right. I balled my eyes out day in and day out. I sat in class crying, in front of everyone. I didn’t even care at that point. My other half was gone. I physically felt like I had lost half of my body.

As the weeks passed, I came to realize I had also emotionally lost half of myself. I had put my everything into you. You were my happiness. You were my hope. You were the reason I got out of bed every morning. Without you, I was just a sad, lonely, and depressed girl.

But once I finally realized this, I was ready to build myself back up. I was ready to build a new, stronger version of myself - one who loved me more than any man ever could. But of course, as I built myself back up, you tried to weasel your way back into my life. Classic guy move, right? I should have blocked you out, but I still loved you deep down, so I let you slide back in.

That’s when the mind games started. One day you would play hard to get, the next you’d tell me how much you missed talking. I had no idea what to make of anything. I was so confused. And then you wanted to hang out. I knew it was a bad idea, but you never know unless you try, right? Well as Luke Combs puts it, “You hit me like a hurricane.” All the hardwork I put into building myself up was destroyed. Little did you know, you still continued to break my heart into smaller and smaller pieces.

But today, I want to say thank you. Not for the way you treated me, not for the way you strung me along, not for the way you continued to break my heart. I want to say thank you for making me realize I need to love myself. Thank you for making me realize my happiness should come from within, not from someone else. Thank you for teaching me that some guys are just immature boys, and thank you for showing me I don’t want to spend my life with someone like you.

To the boy who broke my heart, I hate the way you hurt me so badly but thank you for making me grow as a woman. Today, I stand taller and stronger than I ever did with you.