We met in third grade.

I remember it so vividly. I walked into the bathroom in the lunchroom, and you were washing your hands. We started talking, as eight-year-olds do, immediately hitting it off.

Actually, you were seven still, since you have a late birthday.

We were in the same class next year. Me, you and Diane. The three of us were fourth graders against the world. We spent every waking moment at the library or on the playground reenacting our favorite books — more often it was "Percy Jackson."

But I was a faster reader than you. You have dyslexia, and I was at a ninth grade reading level, five years above where I should have been. You would always be upset when I finished the book in two days because it took you a week.

Fifth grade was the same, but we also had the stress of choosing which middle school to go to. Thankfully, we all got into the same program at the same school and were so relieved because we were best friends forever and wouldn’t be separated.

Remember the necklaces from Claire’s? Partners in crime, because we loved mystery stories.

In sixth grade, there was a change. We were all still friends, but the atmosphere was different.

Diane found a new friend group and kept us on the side. I started developing an interest in boys and even had my first boyfriend. You always said boys were gross and that you never wanted a boyfriend or a husband. I started hanging out with other people.

But at the end of the day, the three of us would still come together.

You were on my side when Amy turned the entire class against me. And in eighth grade, the two of us chose to go to the same high school while Diane chose our rival school.

Freshman year rolled around, and you joined Color Guard while I joined theatre. We still hung out in class, at lunch and outside of school. We made some of the same friends but in different environments. Diane moved a thousand miles away.

Then, sophomore year. The beginning of the end.

He asked me out. We were so happy together. Everything was perfect.

We made it to about a year and a month. I got Mono and hadn't been at school for over a week. Little did I know that you were scheming. He called me one morning, and that was it.

You took his side of the fight (that you started, by the way), so I lost my boyfriend and one of my best friends on the same day.

Fast forward, five months later. I woke up and had a Snapchat from my best friend. I clicked on it, and it was a picture of the two of you holding hands.

It has almost been a year since he broke up with me. I have grown so much as a person. I learned that I don’t need anybody else to tell me what my self-worth is. I get to decide.

I am in charge of my own life. Not you, not him, not anyone else.

So, thank you to both of my exes. I hope that you two have a nice... relationship? I don’t know. Your Facebook status still says single.

*Names have been changed for privacy reasons