Dear First Love,
I am happy to hear that you are married. Congratulations.
It’s wonderful to know to know that you have a grasp on the preciousness of life and bravery and courage to do what feels true.
I honor you and your choice and I admire you.
That being said, I never attempted a grand gesture to get you back and for that I want to say that I am sorry, but in reality I am indifferent because I wonder if it was ever meant to happen anyhow, other than in fantasies.
This isn’t the right time to say that my love for you has never died.
But I imagine there’d never be a good time anyhow.
So honoring my grasp on the preciousness of life and the bravery and courage to be true to myself, here’s my grand gesture.
I love you.
I am hurting at the thought that we moved 600 miles away together to push each other unto a different life path.
Like two vessels sailing together only for a short while, we docked. And although we went different directions, we continue to dock in the same port. Orbiting each other silently but never again to acknowledge we even knew each other.
They tell me that I need to be accepting and happy for you, but I just feel broken apart…(this is me breathing in deep)
But…I will not dishonor God and turn my back on the blessings and growth that has occurred since we have been apart. I acknowledge the growth and change here, and am grateful and heartbroken…but mostly grateful.
And so, I wash my face puffed with tears, and loosen myself from the grip of my ego.
Congratulations first love. It wasn’t meant to be, and that’s alright.
YOUR FIRST LOVE