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if I lose myself tonight it'll be by your side

1. You were 18, I was 16. You were perfection in my eyes, nothing you could do would ever be in the wrong. You were my first love. To this day, I am grateful you never took advantage of me because I probably would have done whatever you wanted willingly. We haven't spoken in years, but I sometimes find myself wondering where you are, how you're doing. I never got to say this to you, but thank you for realizing my potential and breaking up with me when you did. If you hadn't, I probably would not have been gifted with the best four years of my life, the place that changed me for the better, the soulmates I encountered along the way. So, thank you. 4990. We were both 18, fresh into college. Your bitch of a girlfriend had just broken your heart and you subconsciously vowed to exact revenge upon the entire female population. Never again would you lose power. I was unlucky. I was the first girl after your breakup. So you took all of that resentment and anger and indignation and channeled it into me. And I took it. Because I was just as foolish and naive, thinking I wanted someone who picked a fight with me at every corner, mistaking your complete and utter disrespect for me as passion. You were a Grade A asshole, through and through. I'm sure you'll be very successful someday (are you related to Jack Ma? you're his spitting image), but I hope you find someone you love enough to treat right. Because never again am I going to put up with men who give me shit like you did. 13. You were 29, I was 21. You were everything I'm not, but you just got me, somehow. If I believed in soulmates (which I don't), you would be mine. The intensity with which I felt for you was alarming, dangerous, unhealthy. I would have given up my career if it meant being close to you. But you were bad timing and poor decisions. You were tears for days on end, my unwillingness to adapt, countless fights with the parentals. I still worry about you, I admit it. I worry about how you'll pay your bills in five years, whether you'll live with your mom forever. At the same time though, I don't want to save you anymore. I think I would end up resenting you for all of the opportunities I missed because of you. So, thank you for loving me enough to push me away, for knowing I should be with someone who demands that I grow along with him, for ensuring future me's happiness by making past me miserable. I hope things are good with you now. I hope you found a love that's everything ours couldn't be. I just want you to be happy. 56. You were 20, I was 22. You were gracious, kind, a little bit of a bad boy. You were young (you still are), more interested in little things like pretty girls and partying and gossip than big things like your future and hopes and dreams. I don't know you nearly well enough to form any sort of legitimate opinion as to whether I'm actually attracted to you on a deeper level, but what really gets to me is your taste in music. I've been nicely surprised by some of the things you listen to- everything from hardcore gangster rap to soul to classical. It's easy to talk to you and sometimes I forget about the wall I've carefully constructed around myself to keep the former me protected. Thank you for making things a little bit less sucky for me. I hope you realize your potential and take advantage of the opportunities presented to you because, trust me, once they're gone, they're gone. 51. You were 18. And 19. And 20, 21, 22, 23... So was I. You were there all along, my best friend, my musical other. There has not been a single aspect of my past five years that hasn't been intimately associated with you. Every wound, every triumph, every important moment was wrapped up in you. You picked up the pieces every time I fell apart (well okay, not the two times you became the problem) and you never complained about it. You are probably the only person in this entire world who knows me for exactly what I am, quirks and flaws and ugliness and all. It worries me that you haven't been single for longer than a semester since you were fifteen years old. Speaking as someone who loves you more than she is in love with you, I think you need to learn how to be with yourself first, and then decide what you want. At this point, I'm not sure if we belong together. But I've come to realize that with us, it's never off the table. If we never speak to each other again, I just have one thing to say to you. Thank you for the adventure. I cherish the memories.

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