A letter from Apr 13, 2025

Dear FutureMe, Right now, at this exact moment that I'm writing this letter, I want you to know that your feelings are valid. It's okay that you miss him. There was never any closure. People might judge you because it's oficially been 2 years. But it's okay that you feel this way. This is our way of comforting ourselves. I know you are seeking validation right now, and that you think you'll never find someone who personality matched yours. Who seemed to care, until he didn't. So, feel angry. Feel sad. Yell it all out. Just do NOT message his new account. As tempting as it is, you'll just appear crazy. And try not to compare others to him, or get jealous of the other girls in his life (see, you don't even know how many people he's been with). And, I know he looks fine af, even more so than at 20. But he's not a good person, and he does not deserve. Now, I'm telling you all this because I feel like **** right now. But, you are beautiful. You're not the standard, and that makes you unique. You're funny, and smart (for the most part). And you're kind, always trying to include others, even when it's outside your comfort zone. And what does he do? Or what did he do? Run away. If by chance, you ever encounter him, that's great. Talk it out. Otherwise? He'll always leave the impression of an ******* in your memories. Maybe you seemed clingy back then, but you were genuine. So, I wonder, a year from now, did you make it? xD And, as per ChatGPT's suggestion, here is a letter I will never send: Dear [name], A delusional part of me still likes parts of you. I know that if I were to actually tell you this, you'd think I'm pathetic for not moving on completely. Maybe you're right, maybe you're not. I had a lot thank you for, that I never got the chance to do. But also, I want to know that I hate you. And I don't hate easily. I'll stop hating you soon though, because God told me to love my enemies. And I know you don't believe in God, but I'll pray for you regardless. You probably have a hot girlfriend, an extremely cool life, but deep down, I know you're empty. You never told me anything completely, but I knew there was a part of you that was just as lost as me. You think you had it all figured it out, but you don't. You made me feel awful about so many things, but you were insecure about plenty more. Unfortunately, I let you control my emotions. I tried so hard not to, but I gave in. You sent me mixed signals and left me with no explanation. And my crazy side sought you out in every way I could, but you knew how broken I was. I just liked talking to you, I wasn't expecting you to fall in love with me. I know I was never your type, based on what you told me. Maybe I am pathetic, but at least I'm human enough to let myself feel. So, God, I'm sorry, but I hate him right now. But I'll try to hate him a little less each day. You always motivated me through your negativity, or because I wanted to impress you. And somehow, that is motivating me now, too, to prove you wrong. To prove myself wrong. I know my worth (for the most part). Anyway, I know you probably don't even remember me, but if you don't give me closure, I'll give it to myself. Sincerely, NTA.