I know we aren't on good terms, we haven't been in a long time. But if by some chance you read this, just know this is coming from the heart.
I don't regret meeting you, the only thing I regret is being naïve. You picked me up when I was down, and you were the first man to ever do that. I over analyzed the entire 'whatever' we had.
I would be lying if I said I didn't fall in love with you. I was so in love with you, and it took me a long time to fall out of love. I know you didn't mean to hurt me when you told me that I wouldn't be able to satisfy you, but for awhile, I felt like I was never going to be good enough for anyone.
But as of now, I'm over you, I don't hate you. If you called me and needed help, I'd still be there for you. You'll always be my first true love, and regardless of how often we had fought, I'll never be able to hate you.
I think about you possibly once a month, and I hope you're happy, and if you are reading this, then I want you to know that I'm finally happy, on my own. I no longer feel like I have to have a lover to feel complete, and I'm proud of the goals I'm accomplishing for myself.
Take care, old lover.
