Here I am writing a letter youâll never read cause I donât plan on sending it to you but I just need to write it out for my own sanity and because I was nothing but kindness to you. I was nothing but kindness because at the time thatâs all I felt - sad but so full of love and kindness and care. But now Iâm angry. Iâm angry at you, and disappointed - deeply disappointed. I still care and to my annoyance I still miss you every now and then - and to be honest I doubt that that will ever change. I think I will always love you. I will always love you enough to care about you and wish nothing but a beautiful and happy life for you. Because that is what I want for you. I want you to be happy. I want you to love and be loved and for your world to be safe and beautiful and happy. Because you deserve a life like that.
But I am so angry at you. Iâm angry at the way that you treated me. Because although you are a good guy and I donât regret a thing, you didnât treat me great. You didnât even nearly begin to match the effort that I put into the relationship - and whether you like it or not, on paper, the bare facts of our relationship are this: you talked to me, won me over, slept with me, went weird and dumped me. Not great. In fact you didnât even have to win me over that much because I chose you. I took the risk and went all in. Because thatâs the way I operate and I always think that people, relationships, love are worth the effort and worth the risk.
Iâll repeat - I donât regret a thing and everything that happened was my choice, but you still didnât treat me great. Looking back there were things that I let you get away with which I shouldnât have. I was wrapped up in my first relationship and I respected you and I was too full of understanding. But I still shouldnât have let you get away with things. You never arranged to FaceTime me. I did all the arranging. You never said âI miss youâ first, I always did. I should never have let you get away with only complimenting me maybe three times a week - at best! You stopped complimenting me completely after you slept with me and didnât compliment me at all when I was around you until the day you dumped me! So not great. I am aware that you did compliment me when I had my trauma flashback in the flat but honestly, the day you dumped me feels like the first and only time that you properly complimented me and meant it (properly as in out loud - the first time I heard you).
Just a tip for your next relationship: no matter how strong, confident and independent a woman is - she still really loves (and sometimes needs) compliments. Iâm used to not getting complimented and Iâve spent over a decade teaching myself to see my beauty and all the wonderful things about myself for myself - I donât need validation - but it still would have been lovely. It still would have been appreciated. Because of all the people in the world you were supposed to see those things about me and tell me. But you never did. This was also my first relationship - and you knew this! Donât you think I needed some reassurance? Everything was new and unknown and scary and I was real and vulnerable with you. I gave you everything. All of me. I held nothing back. You shouldâve helped me feel safe - and you did to an extent because I trusted you - but not enough. You shouldâve looked after me better.
Do you want to know my favourite moment with you? The memory that makes me miss you the most? Itâs the day that you broke up with me. Because although it was sad and heartbreaking it was also beautiful and something that I had wanted to do with you for so long. I loved walking around the beautiful parts of town with you, in the sunshine, laughing and talking. Iâd imagined doing that so many times. Itâs the thing I miss the most about you, being able to talk about anything and everything. You were breaking my heart but I still wanted time with you. I still wanted to tell you everything, all my nothings and all my everythings. You were your most real that day. I felt so close and connected to you. I felt so loved - far more than any other day in our relationship. Thinking about it still makes me cry. Itâs a sort of bittersweetness. But thatâs my favourite day with you, my favourite memory, and I find that so sad. Because itâs my favourite but itâs also the day that you decided that I wasnât worth it. Whether you can admit this or not, whether the choice was conscious or subconscious you decided that I wasnât worth fighting for. You decided that I wasnât worth holding onto. You let me go. You let me go, and not even a week later you didnât even like me anymore - let alone wanted me. This is the reason why I will never send you this letter, because they would just be empty words to you. You donât care about me, and sometimes Iâm not fully sure you ever actually did.
You were him, you know. You were the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We were going to be so adventurous and fun. I believed in us. Perhaps in an alternative reality you are the man I spend the rest of my life with. Perhaps in an alternative reality you never let me drive away. Because thatâs the moment you know. The moment you let me drive away that day was the moment that you were no longer him. I know this bit sounds crazy because we only dated for like two months but I was in love with you. I felt respected and accepted. I felt chosen by someone that I had chosen, for the first time ever. You made me smile, and although you ended up not treating me great - it wasnât like that in the beginning. I so wanted you to be him.
One day you are going to meet a beautiful and strong woman and you will love her. You will decide that she is worth fighting for and you wonât be able to let her go. Compliments will fall from your lips because thatâs what happens when you love someone. You wonât be able to help it. She will love you. That will be a wonderful day and I am so excited for you. Be happy -. Choose happy.