To the ex I’ll never regret:

I encounter so many boys who only want one thing. I encounter so many boys whose conversations are shallow. I encounter so many boys trying to find you in them. I can’t.

They don’t get me like you did. They don’t read my blogs or stories like you did. They will never write a song about the details of my day like you did. They won’t be able to kiss me so passionately the way you did and tie my shoelaces and carry my bag the way you did.

They won’t fall on ice to catch me from falling the way you did. They won’t respond to my accent with an even funnier accent the way you did. They won’t care about my mental health, well being and finances the way you did. 

They won’t be able to know what to do at 2am in the morning when I’m crying and broken and wanting to die. They won’t be able to lay all night with me telling me not to give up, telling me to conquer. Telling me I got this. Telling me my life matters. 

They won’t be able to know what to do when I’m insecure and anxiety hits me. They won’t be hyping me up telling me I got the sexiest feet. 

They won’t refuse to block me even when I have done so to them. They won’t stay even when I’ve walked away.

Love,

The ex you won’t ever forget