An open letter to my ex boyfriend

5 months ago you first dm'd me on Instagram. At first I didn't think much of it. It was the typical "hey what's up what's your number", the same message I had received from countless guys. As we started texting, I still wasn't expecting that much. I was waiting for the day you ghosted me and I never heard from you again. However, that day never came. Our first date what not at all what I expected. From the moment I got into your truck, I could feel the connection we had. Not once was there a moment of silence broken up by nervous laughter and a "so um what's up?" Our first date was nothing but stories and laughter. I will never forget laying in the bed of your truck during the break between the two movies, just talking and laughing, and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at me as if you were seeing the sun rise for the first time. From that night on I don't think I ever stopped thinking about you. We still weren't dating, but not a day went by without us talking in some way. We went on a few more dates, and then finally you asked me to be your girlfriend. I remember it so well, standing in the parking lot outside the deli we just had lunch at, your arms wrapped around my waist and that smile that made my knees weak. I remember going to school the next day absolutely glowing and grinning from ear to ear, knowing that I was now dating the most amazing guy ever. For the next two months, I was the happiest I had been in two years. Every day I would wake up smiling and go to bed the same way. I loved spending time with you, and hated when I had to go home. I loved every single thing about you. The way that one piece of hair would always flip the wrong way, that little twitching thing you would do when you'd fall asleep, your singing in the car while we were stuck in traffic and so much more. I loved how enthusiastic you were about life and about everything ahead of you. I admired how much you pushed me to be a better version of myself and how you always put me first. That day I told you I got accepted into my universities international program and you were so happy for me, even though I know it broke your heart. Time went on, our schedules began to clash, and eventually that tore us apart. That night I talked to our friend, I poured my heart out to him. He told me things I never knew before. He told me you had changed since the day that we first met. He said that you seemed calmer and more down to earth. He told me that you didn't treat me like the other girls before, you were more sensitive and protective of me, something he had never seen before. He reassured me that the break up was not you not liking me anymore, it was just the fact that the distance would've killed him. He told me that when you let me hold your glove it was a sign of true love, because apparently letting anyone touch your glove is strictly taboo for pitchers like you. He told me no other girl before had ever touched it, but yet you placed your baby in my lap that day without thinking twice. Each night since our breakup, I have taken a moment to pray to God. I pray for your safety, health, and success in everything you do. Each night I also ask him to one day bring me back to you. God gave me the right person, but took you away too soon. Until we meet again, I wish you all the best, happiness, love, and much success.