“For the last time, I love you. It’s over.”
~ final line from the break up letter
Dear Former Mr. Right,
Do you know what bothers me about moving on? It’s realizing that the heart can be completely wrong about something so important. I felt so sure about us. You were it, The One for me, you would’ve been both my first love and final romance. And yet, here I am, not the least bit bothered that we haven’t talked to each other in years. I once dreamt of spending the rest of my life with you, yet today I have no idea how you’re doing. It’s a kind of disillusionment to realize something like that, a loss of innocent romanticism. It makes me wonder if I can ever trust anything I feel to last forever.
The simple truth is that I can’t. No one can. Feelings aren’t static, they change with the ebb and flow of circumstances. They’re dynamic and unstable, and completely inadequate as a relationship foundation. Loving someone forever is a choice, a daily commitment. I had to have my heart broken before I could learn that.
I spent so much time nursing that broken heart. Now I realize that maybe I hurt you, too. There are always two sides to every story, and I never had the chance to hear yours, or to share mine. I regret that.
I did love you, you know. Imperfectly, ineptly, yes — but I loved you.
Wishing you happiness,