An Open Letter to Z, My Second Boyfriend
Hey there. . .
I’m just gonna lay it all out in the open.
I miss you. Oh, I miss you.
But let me set one thing straight. I don’t miss you being my boyfriend.
I miss my best friend.
The one that I talked to all the time. That I could tell almost anything to. That could make me laugh. That had a completely different perspective on the things I was dealing with.
I miss what I thought we were.
I don’t miss the anxiety I felt whenever I was late texting you.
I don’t miss feeling bad every time I hung out with a guy friend and didn’t want to text you.
I don’t miss my heart stopping every time you said you had a question for me.
I don’t miss the manipulation.
The mental and emotional abuse.
And while I realize that what I did to you was wrong, you weren’t as fresh as a daisy yourself.
I hope you’ve realized that.
I hope you’ve moved on.
I hope you find someone who’s good for you.
I hope you treat her well.
I hope you find your housewife.
I’m glad it wasn’t me.
I hope you find Jesus again. You need Him. We all do.
I’m praying for you. I wish you were still in my life but I’m glad you aren’t.