Dear ex,

“I don’t think I love you enough to have held onto you.” (Your words you left behind for me to wake up to everyday.)

It has been years since we broke up. Sometimes I think about you when I’m by myself. I think about how I treated myself and my heart cries silently. I’ve moved on, but I don’t let anyone know what’s still left from the heartache. Time has healed some wound, but I don’t believe I will ever fully heal from our breakup.

Are you still walking on the same sidewalk you walked that autumn day many years ago? I know you are not one to stay the same. You learned to change with the seasons but I, I played it safe. Although I’ve learned to walk in the opposite direction, the memories of you linger in my mind long after our relationship ended.

Back then, we didn’t have our own cars. Our brothers would drive us around. We used to eat out once in a while. I never liked eating pho, but you did. So every time we went to a pho restaurant, I would order something else instead. Instead of going to your senior prom, we went to eat sushi instead.

You told me once we could stay friends. You kept me on the side. I chased you as you chased after other girls. You knew I was still hopeful we would get back together, but you liked the chase more than you liked me. Still, I thought I could never love someone again after I’ve loved you.

A lot about me has changed. My boyfriend is wonderful to me. Now I order pho instead of the usual rice plate and I happily eat my meal with him. Although I don’t miss eating out with you, I do miss eating at that sushi place. He doesn’t like sushi, but we still go out to eat often. When we have disagreements, I go my own way and he chases after me. He loves me enough to hold onto me.
Sincerely,
smiley

P.S: I hope letting go of me was the best decision you made. Letting go of you was the second best choice I’ve made. Meeting my boyfriend is the first.