Sometimes I wish it didn’t end the way it did, that we were still happy when you ended things. Yet the sad truth is, we weren’t. We became strangers to each other, we were on two different planets.
But god somehow I still love you. I think about you daily, wishing somehow things could change. I know they won’t and I know they can’t, so here I am. I wish you the best even though you did me wrong, because at one point we were in love. I hope she makes you happy, and I hope you’re future is bright. You deserve to be happy, as do I. A part of me will always love you, I know that much. But it’s time for me to move forward so I’m letting you go. Thanks for being my first real love, and giving me the bitter taste of goodbye. I’ll be more careful next time. But mostly, thank you for opening my eyes.