I saw you on a rainy sunday night, and you everything I hoped you'd be. You were sweet, kind, and perfect; all while I was the mess I usually am. The night ended with us in the back of your car. You asked me if I wanted to "delete" that night, and I said no. Of course I didn't want erase that night. I waited for it for the past 5 years (!!!!!). I never told you, but when you hugged and kissed me, I was sure of who I wanted to have by my side for the rest of my life. I could see my future (our future!) standing right in front of me...
And then, you had to be a douche and end it all. All the tears dropped, all of the pages I wrote for/about you, all the love,... everything was gone with a text message.
But you know, it served me right. Now, a couple of months later, I can finally see that that was the light I needed. I don't regret one single thing related to you. You were my first-love, the person I would die for, the only person who I would wait for as long as you wanted. As corny as this may sound, I thought you were my "soul-mate." I romantized you so much over the last 5 years, that when the time finally came for to see you, I tried feeling more than what I was actually feeling. Time really did pass for the both of us. The person who you became is not the person who you were (the same way that I'm sure I changed too). It took you being an asshole for me to finally realize that. So, in the end, thank you. Thank you for opening up my eyes, before I wasted anymore time.