Dear ex,
What happened? What happened to all of our hopes and dreams? What happened to the endless smiles & laughter? What happened to being confident in all that I did, because you were beside me telling me I was beautiful. What happened, where did I go wrong? It’s been almost 6 months since we broke up. It’s actually your birthday today. I’m so proud of myself, because I didn’t even remember until I was notified. When we first broke up, I was heartbroken, of course. What did you expect? You promised me the world, and ditched our two year love story for a fling of a girl you’d known a week. I didn’t understand. I still don’t understand. I may never understand. If there was one thing that I wish I would’ve known at the beginning of the breakup, it was that, “you will survive”. I thought I was going to die. I didn’t know how I would wake up. There is not an ounce of exaggeration when I say I cried almost every second of every day for days after our breakup. When people say that a breakup is hard, they don’t lie. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Because you were with me in all the hard stuff before. But you weren’t there for me through this. I hope you’re happy now, because I actually finally, feel like I’m alive again. I finally realize that I have options, I’m not stuck to the ‘boy’ who refused to open doors for me, or come to my events to support me. I now look back at you and am confused as to why I held on for (1 year, 364 days) in the first place. Maybe it’s because you said I was special, how you’d never lie to me, you never would hurt me. I am so unbelievably relieved to say, that I actually am finally alright. I am alive, and I don’t cry anymore. I still think about you every day, and get an urge to call you, to hear your voice every now and then. But I’m alive. I finally know that I will be alright, and I CAN do this. Thank you God.