I once had your love.

     From innocent kisses, heart-felt I-love-you's, to sweet goodnight's— for three years, I just knew I had what I have been wanting to feel.

     You made me believe that I have become your world, and like I was the only girl living in it.

     But in the midst of confusions and realizations, I had chosen to lose you along the way.

     Even if until now— of all the guys I had a thing with— you are the only one capable of loving me that much, know that I may have regret hurting you, but never did I regret letting you go.

     Because everytime I see you posting cheesy stuff about your new girl, or feel like you're so into bragging her on social media, I knew I made the right choice. I just knew that you were meant to be in love again with someone else— someone who'd give you as much pure love as you could.

     I have never been bitter about her though, or even felt the need of wanting you back. But I admit that it's kind of nostalgic to see you be in love with her today, knowing how much you used to be so in love with me before.

     You deserve all the love that you had been trying to give to me— you deserve her, not me who only stayed just because you loved me like how I wanted to.

     Some moments may be left to be forgotten, but the way I left you will always haunt me for as long as I don't tell you personally how sorry I was. But I have broken your heart a very long time ago to ever bring it up again, or to even be bothered about it still.

     Karma struck me hard by making me love someone who doesn't know how to love me right— someone so overwhelming to have but could never be as devoted with me as you were back in our youthful days.

     Anyway, I guess she already sewed your broken pieces that I heartlessly ripped up, and it puts a smile on my face to see you finally getting over me.

     Thank you, my young lover, my old friend. I grew better with the life lessons you made me learn. I am forever in awe that once in my life, I had the privilege to feel something so pure and true. And now that you are no longer mine, your love is already just a memory I replay in my head.

     I must admit that even if I have met people way much better than you— even if they spent more money for me than you did— even if I am already with the guy I prayed of having— you are still by far the best when it comes to loving me.

     Simply, sincerely, the best.