Dear You, 002

Dear you,

You texted me a few months ago for the first time since around last year. It was around 5am when you sent the message, and the only thought that ran through my head is why do you still hit me up?

I haven't answered any correspondences from you in...at least 4 years. I would think you'd give up by now.

I cannot say that I don't get a small amount of satisfaction knowing that you still think of me.

But I moved on from you and the hurt you left me years ago. I still wonder, if you were the one who broke up with me, why do you keep reaching out? I know you're now married and have a kid, which disgusts me that much more.

When we were together, the rose-colored glasses I wore hid all of your imperfections. I thought you were my person. The person I would eventually move in with and get married. I couldn't imagine you not being in my life.

A few months after we had broken up, I started to see all the cracks and imperfections. I saw all the reasons we were completely wrong for one another. I could not be more grateful that you had broken up with me.

If you hadn't broken up with me, maybe it would have taken me longer to realize that we weren't supposed to be together. Or even worse, maybe we would still be together and I would miss out on the person I now am.

I thought when I started writing this, I would have so much to say to you. In reality, this chapter closed in my life so long ago, that I don't really have any more words for you.

All I can say is that I'm beyond grateful that you broke up with me when you did. The way you broke up with me hurt, and your actions right after the breakup hurt even more, but I'm stronger for it.

I would appreciate it if you stopped sending me more messages. I'm doing just fine without you.