Dear ex,

While I am sad about our break-up, I also think it might have been for the best. You are in many ways, a wonderful person, but I am too, and you never appreciated me like I deserved. I never wanted to be treated like a princess, but I wanted a partner to fall back on, like you could fall back on me knowing that I’d always catch you. But you didn’t. 

Everyone says we’ll get back together again. That we were a perfect match. I think you have those thoughts too, that when you’re ready, when it’s convenient for you, I’ll be there waiting for you. But I don’t want to be. I want to get over you, and I will. 

I want to be with someone who’d go as far for me as I’d go for them. I want to be with someone who feels an urgency to seek me out. I want to be with someone who doesn’t take me for granted, who thinks about how their decisions affect me and our life together. In your way, you did love me very much. I know that. But your way is not enough, you would never sacrifice your own convenience to be with me. You’re not only your own first priority but your second too. You always said you wanted to have a family with me, but now I realize that if that happened, I’d hold most of the responsibility for those kids. I don’t want that.  

I do wish you good luck in life, but not too much. I hope you suffer a bit, and I hope you realize what you had with me, and that I deserved better. In other words, stop being a careless little shit only thinking of your own convenience and grow up. If you do that, I will genuinely wish for your complete happiness. In the meantime, I’m going to focus on mine. Again, I love you, but good fucking riddance.