It’s almost been three years since I broke up with you, and despite the years that have passed, I still have love for you. I know we had this emotional talk six months ago about those feelings; I know you said you don’t feel that way anymore. I understand. I hurt you and you’ve moved on. I just want you to be happy. You see, the love I have for you isn’t that romantic love I had years ago. It’s a deep admiration for you as a person– you’re a good soul; it’s the feeling of deep care for you– I never want to see you down or sad; it’s being able to let you go, even though it hurts. I admit, I get jealous. It’s hard when we attend the same college and we live in the same hometown, too. I know I had two boyfriends after you, including the one I’m with now. I’m happy, but I can never feel that love I felt for you. Whenever I visualize myself years down the road, I see you standing by my side. You’re always the one at the end of the day. Sadly, I know this is me being foolish. All I can really do is allow the future to unfold and see where it takes me. Who knows? Perhaps one day, we will cross paths again and start anew. And if not, I always will cherish you as the first person I ever truly loved.