The best is yet to come.
Dear ex-boyfriend,
I never got to say thank-you.
When you left me I was broken. You walked away without even a glance back, no second thought, not even a "sorry." I was lost.
For months you stayed in my head, as pain, wondering where you were and what you were doing. How could you just leave me here on the floor?
Unable to understand.
And then I did.
I'd blindly marched in, eyes tightly shut and hands over my ears, I refused to speak out when it felt wrong - surely this was it, surely this was love. It was definitely my turn to get it right.
And all the while, deep down inside, this quiet screaming, "this isn't right, this isn't healthy." We cheered each other on, deeper and deeper, drowning out the doubt.
I guess you just figured it out first, or perhaps the pretty girl helped you see the flaws in what we'd created.
Either way, it was over.
It took the longest while for me to see how right you were.
What I thought was my heart breaking, my world collapsing, my chance of happiness ending, was simply me growing, me getting better.
I found my voice, my sense of self, my confidence.
And now from the most genuine place I'm saying thank-you.
If I hadn't gone through all of that with you, all of your pain, all your heartache, I wouldn't be able to feel the happiness I feel now, the connection I have now and the love I'm falling into right now.
The best is definitely yet to come.
What did you learn?