You broke me.
It wasn't the first time that we had fought, but I never would have thought that it would have been the last.
We met in school. It was November, if I can recall correctly. You approached me before classes began, and then I awkwardly gave you my number after school. It was the beginning to the most tumultuous relationship that I've had thus far.
The first few months were amazing. It was all laughs and smiles. But then things turned sour.
We were at the school dance that night, when you ended up making me cry in the courtyard and then kissed my best friend after I had left. And the worst part was, that you didn't tell me. I had to find out from her.
It just wasn't the same after you had kissed her. We fought more than usual, and then it ended a month later, because of complications on my end. And though I take responsibility for my mistakes, you created me to be a monster in the eyes of everyone around you. You never changed in my eyes - even after cheating on me.
Our relationship was a year long. And a year is a long time for high school kids. It seemed like we were together for an eternity, and that nothing could ever come between us. But...obviously, something did.
I can recall the days when we would walk to your house after school and go swimming. I recall how we would sit on the couch in complete silence. Just you and I; and how it seemed like complete and utter bliss.
And so this is why I'm writing to you. I want to tell you that although you broke me, I have rebuilt myself to be strong. I am stronger than ever, and only getting more so. I've been in and out of therapy, trying to overcome all of the obstacles and curveballs that life has thrown at me. And I'm doing very well.
Despite it being a year since we broke up, I will never forget what it felt like to be held by you, to feel my lips press up against yours, and the way that it felt with your fingers intertwined with my own. You were a huge part of my life. It's a shame that it had to end.
But since then, I have moved on. I've found a new guy who loves me with everything he has. He treats me like the queen that I deserve to be treated as. And I love him just the same. He will be the one that I try to build a long lasting relationship with, because apparently you didn't want to do that with me.
I feel bad for you, to be quite honest. I'm living in the beautiful and amazing city of New York, and you're stuck in a small town, with a minimum wage job. I'm going places, sweetie. I'm going to go so far in life.
It's a shame that you won't ever be a part of it.
Yours,
C
