You are going to be a story that I tell my daughter one day when she comes home with a broken heart. I'm sure it will hurt me to watch her deal with a heartbreak more than it hurt me when you broke mine.

Everything that she will say to me between tears will be the same words that rolled off my tongue years ago. I'll listen as she tells me about a boy a lot like you; a boy who promised her the world but never gave it to her. Then, I will lay in bed with her and tell her a story about a boy I once knew, a boy I thought I loved.

You are going to be a story that I tell my daughter when I find her inside of her car in the driveway crying over a boy who never deserved a minute of her time. I will tell her about how it gets better; how each day hurts less than the last and how one day she won't even feel it anymore.

I will tell her that one day, she won't think of that boy again. One day, she will meet someone who will turn her world around, but until then, she needs to learn to wipe her own tears away and focus on herself. I will make sure that she knows her world doesn't start and stop in sequence with each boy that comes and goes.

I will tell her that crying over a boy does not make her stronger and that messaging a boy when she misses him will not make her any less lonely. I will tell her that he wasn't meant for her, like you weren't meant for me, and that there is someone better out there - someone made for her.

You are going to be a story that I tell my daughter after she loses a boy the same way that I lost you. I will show her that one day he will just be a story, like you are for me. One day he will be a lesson she's glad that she learned. One day he will be a story that she will tell her daughter, too.