I don’t know if it is even technically appropriate to start this letter by “Dear ex” because you never become my ex because you never were mine.
And I still wonder if it would have been worth it for you to become my girlfriend only to become my ex latter.
Maybe there is reconciliation in the fact that you nothing happened.
But at the same time , there is much devastation in the could-have-been’s.
I wish I told you what I felt.
I wish I had the guts to share for once how I feel before I introduced you to him and you became his girlfriend instead.
I guess I’ll never know what it would have been like had I spoken when the moment was right.
And I still try to convince myself that there was nothing and nothing would have happened because I am nothing compared to what he is.
But he was a cheater and I guess you’ll never know.
So, to this day, I am faced with the dilemma of not only speaking my feelings out, but saving you from what he does.
You live and learn, and sometimes, you only predict what might have been because you you weren’t strong enough to turn a prediction to reality.