Hey I hope your doing well and i hope your happy but I wrote this letter because I miss you and I know you will never get back with me and i will always love you. Please keep working and make a good life for your self because i want whats best for you and whoever you marry. I really want to thank you for the months that we had together and i’m not like most girls and says i regret it because i don’t because them time were the best times.

I didn’t really know what to write when I first set out to talk to you. It seems dramatic and self-indulgent to want to say things so long after the fact — I should have just been an adult and gotten over it, right? I mean, isn’t that what marks the transition from petulant child to wise, well-balanced adult: the ability to recognize when something is over and accept that you can’t change it? As with many things in my life, I guess I sometimes walk around with the frayed strings of what we broke off — words I didn’t say, ways in which I hurt you, things that I’ve changed that I wish you could see.

I wish you could see me now. I know it sounds silly, but I wish you could look at the progress I’ve made in my life and the adult that I’m becoming. I feel like I was so much younger when we broke up, even though it wasn’t that long ago. When I look back at the words I allowed myself to say to you, and the mistakes that I thought were more than okay to be making, I feel overwhelmed with embarrassment and regret.