The boy stands in his dimly lit room, letter in hand, debating whether or not to open it. It’s from his ex-girlfriend, Lilian, who he hadn’t seen in a little over a month. He isn’t quite sure if he’s ready to hear from her, but he knows that nagging “what if” question will bug him if he doesn’t read the letter. With much reluctance, he slowly sits on the edge of his half made, twin sized bed, while staring at the piece of paper with intent. He takes a deep breath, and begins to read.
Dear Devin,
First, I hope that you’re doing well and on the path of accomplishing many great things. Secondly, I think that you deserve some closure. I know that you tend to place the world’s weight on you shoulder, and blame yourself before others, but what happened wasn’t your fault. Don’t think for a second that you weren’t an amazing boyfriend. You’re caring and respectful and supportive and hilarious. You stuck by me despite of the drama that seems to be embedded in my life. Family problems, physical injuries…Whatever it was, you were there. You’ve helped me master the art of positivity and looking forward. I became a better, a happier person because of you. You have such a big heart, and I love you for that, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you limiting yourself because of me. You were willing to give up the internship you spent your whole high school gearing towards because of the situation with my mom and aunt. I understand that you wanted to be there for me, but you also have to do things for yourself. You deserve it. You always want what’s best for me, and what kind of person would I be if I didn’t do the same? I can use everything that you taught me about finding the silver lining and not dwelling on the past. I can continue to implement them in my life. That wouldn’t have been possible without you. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for not leaving when things got hard. Thank you for all the good memories we made together. Thank you for those surprise dates and six hour long conversations. Thank you for loving me.
Sincerely,
Lily.
P.S. I’m waiting for the day I go on Instagram or turn on T.V. and hear about all your contributions and achievements.You got this.