To the boy who hurt me, thank you. Thank you for showing me that I am so much stronger than I ever thought I could be. I thought it was easy to watch you walk away from me, until the next day when I didn't wake up to a "good morning" text. That was the moment I realized you had given up on me and our relationship and friendship was officially over. I have never loved anybody the way I loved you. You were my best friend, comforter, therapist, and the person who saw me at my highest high and lowest low. If you would have asked me at fifteen where I saw us in the future, I would have said married with two kids, but if you ask nineteen year old me, I'd tell you living separate lives. The hardest part of all of this is that I still love you and want to tell you everything happening in my life, but I can't. We don't talk and that's the worst part of all of this. I miss being able to joke around with you and your singing. I miss the way you'd pretend to watch a movie, but I would always catch you looking at me. I even miss the way you would yell at the tv during a football game. I sit here and write this, because I now know that we are much better people apart than we ever were together. You taught me how to love others more than myself. You made me realize that I can do anything I put my mind to. You were the boy who made me realize what I don't want in a relationship. I owe my happiness now to myself, but you helped steer me in the right direction. If you wouldn't have shown me the real side of you, I would have never gotten over you and as much as it hurts me to say this, I'm happy you're over me too. I want you to know that I still pray for you every night. I pray that all of your hopes and wishes come true and that you fulfill your full potential. Thank you for breaking my heart so that I could realize who I am while putting it back together.