Who knew that it would have ended like it did? I mean, we knew that it would end eventually; it was just a high school fling. Who knew that you could spend three years with someone and then they could drop you with no hesitation and move on to the next person? I think we all saw it coming: the constant fights, bickering, crying, the occasional "no you're not going to do that" when I wanted to go somewhere, along with the also occasional "I don't think this is going to work out" text that would usually bring us back to each other by fighting for one another until eventually it did just simply not work out between the two of us.
It's not anyone's fault. At least I will try to say that because we just can't help who we end up falling for. You obviously found in someone else what you could not find in me, and that's OK. I found something that I could not find in you that I wanted as well, and that is confidence.
When we broke up I was an emotional wreck. I'm talking "locked up in my room, listening to sad music on Spotify, and crying myself to sleep while scrolling through all of the pictures of us" kind of emotional wreck. It was an awful feeling to see that you deleted all of the pictures of us on your Instagram and replaced them with pictures of you and her. Soon we just did not text each other; we blocked one another on social media. It was all happening too fast. I didn't know how to cope with what was happening with us, so I did what would forcibly make me happy. I ran.
You breaking my heart motivated me to be the best person I could be. I worked out, I reconnected with some old friends, I worked a job, and spent more time with my family. I lost a ton of weight just because of the stress you put me through, and I became more and more confident with myself. I got to go back out there and finally be myself again. I went to the mall with friends and we would flirt with a group of guys just for fun; I would people watch without anyone nagging at me about "how rude" it is to do that. Honestly, you and I breaking up was the best thing that has happened to me. I had a chance to reflect on the years and make changes if I wanted to. I chopped my hair off because you never wanted me to; I dyed my hair blonde. I had a massive amount of confidence because of our breakup, and because of that, I don't see the wrong in us breaking up.
Our relationship brought us one thing, and that is the same college. We always pictured it was going to be you and me. But it wasn't, and I couldn't be more content with that. We had our closure in our dorm, at one point I thought we were going to be back together. But you loved her; I could tell. Thanks to you I actually got to experience college life, and do it single. To go out to social gatherings, meet new people, share stories about who we were in high school and whatnot. But what topped off this new journey for me was that I met someone, too. I met someone who was just like me, acted like me, talked like me, wrestled (because you know I love wrestling), liked the same music as me, same activities. It was almost too good to be true.
Now it has been a whole year since we broke up. I have him, and you still have her. Good for you; if she makes you happy then keep her. But he makes me more than happy, so I'll be sure to keep him, too.
If it weren't for you breaking my heart, I never would have found him. So thank you.
