An Open Letter to the Guy I Want to Start With All Over Again

It's 2 am and I'm still up thinking about you, about us. Well, at least what used to be "us." Time flies so fast—it's already been more than 2 years since we both walked out of each other's lives. I can't say that I regret it, us breaking up, because until now I still firmly believe it was the right thing to do. We needed time apart to figure out who we were without each other. Besides, at the end of it, we could hardly even call what we had a relationship. We were fighting too much and over the silliest things. We barely even wanted to be in the same room with one another. We had sadly grown to despise each other. I guess that's what I regret the most—our relationship ending the way it did. I regret letting the little things pile up and ruin us because, my darling, despite everything, I know that the love that we had was perfect.

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