When someone gets their heart broken, they do one of two things: They'll either chose to remember the good parts, or dwell on the bad ones. Either of these paths has the potential to lead to further heartbreak. On one hand, you could you could think back on every minute they made you smile- and then start to miss them again. On the other hand, you could think back on every time you cried over them and every time they didn't cry for you. The danger there is that we often forget that they are people too. They are hurting just the same as you. If anger better suits your break-up needs; try to remember not to dehumanize them for whatever happened. Be angry. Get upset. Do whatever makes you feel better, as long as it doesn't hurt them.

In light of recent events, I have found myself heartbroken and confused. After spending perhaps too much time thinking about the entirety of my relationship, I realized the importance of choosing how I remember the people in my life. This is how I want to remember you.

I choose to remember the good parts. I want to remember the moments that I fell for you. My favorite memory is perhaps the most obvious one. I have a feeling you will know it before I even say it. If I close my eyes, I still remember every detail. Me sitting in my black dress; you in your blue suit. We were in your car listening to Frank Sinatra because we wanted to feel fancy. You took me to an art exhibit because I once told you that was my idea of the perfect date. We gazed at the admittedly bad art and ate terrible Italian food. You took a step back and looked at me in the middle of the gallery, and you told me I was the most beautiful thing in the room. That night I knew I had truly fallen for you. I will forever cherish that night.

Just the same, I always enjoyed the moments that were never meant as romantic or sweet. Like the night we sat on your back porch in the moonlight. We showed each other songs that had sincere meaning to us and enjoyed each other's company. I miss those pure moments we spent together. I miss dancing around in your kitchen. I miss watching Game of Thrones with you. I miss taking silly photos with you. I miss just being around you.

I also realize that good things can't always last forever. Our relationship started to turn sour, and I think we both noticed. I don't miss the distance that grew between us. I don't miss laying awake at night wondering why you wouldn't tell me what was going on inside your head. Maybe things were supposed to end the way they did. Maybe they weren't. Nobody has all the answers. But what I do know is- regardless of the end results, we shared some pretty incredible memories. I'm choosing to remember three great months as what they were. Good and bad, I don't regret a single moment with you.

With the good I am choosing to remember the bad; the fights, the crying, the almost break-ups. And furthermore, I'm choosing to remember how kind and caring you were through even the most stressful days. We didn't have many downs, but they showed me what a genuine person you were. I would hate to forget the you I discovered in those moments.

I've chosen to remember who we were and who we became. I hope you think back on all the moments you loved between us, and I hope they still fill you with happiness. I hope you can see that even at our worst, you were a wonderful boyfriend. I hope we can both walk away from this as better people. I will never forget these past months, and I hope you don't either.