I have also been the girl to dream about the perfect fairytale and when I found you, I thought that I got that. Turns out that what I thought was a fairytale turned into you just breaking me. I know that fairytales just happen in movies or storybooks and that I should not have felt that way about our love story but, I was young then and I honestly didn't know what the future held.

When we started out, I was on cloud nine and honestly, I never thought that I wanted to get rid of that feeling. We went to family events together, church, and spent all our time together. If someone saw one of us then the other would be coming right behind. I loved those times, they were honestly the easiest times. Those are the moments that I thought were our fairytale.

When there are good times, more than likely there are bad times too. We never really had fights, if we did then they were just arguing over what we wanted to watch on TV or where we wanted to eat. I still can still replay the biggest fight we had to this day, it was the day that you told me that you cheated. I remember we were laying on your bed watching TV and you looked over at me and said that you needed to get something off your chest.

Then you proceed to tell me how many times you cheated. I remember getting up and putting on my shoes, trying to not show you the tears that were running down my face. I remember walking out of your room telling your brother bye then walking to my car. I didn't turn around, but I knew you were following me. I got to my car and gave you back the "promise" ring that you gave me. You made me have a conversation with you and honestly, I just wanted to leave and in my head, I knew I needed to end it but, my heart kept telling me no.

We stayed together but, at the time I thought I knew what I needed. But, I should have ended it there because then I wouldn't have had to go through what came after that. After the fight, our relationship was on the rocks. I knew that it would never go back to what it was but, I was okay with that because I had you.

I remember helping you getting ready to move to college and I had prepared myself for the long distance relationship. You would have been 2 hours away from me instead of just 30 minutes away. I remember the day before you left was on a Friday and when I got out of school, I headed your way because I wanted to spend as much time with you before you left because it would be 3 months before we would be together. I helped you pack and helped you load everything in your car. I remember you walking me to my car and telling me that everything would be okay and we would see each other soon. I didn't know that night would be the last night that I saw you.

You were gone to college for almost a week and I was starting my senior year of high school. It was a Friday night and it was our first home game of the football season. I was overly excited and just enjoying my senior year. I remember I was sitting in English class and my phone went off with a text from you. I noticed that it was a long text so, with me being curious I decided to read what it said. In my head, I thought it was going to be a sweet text about how missed me. Well, I was completely wrong.

That text ruined me and honestly, I didn't think that you would have said the things you said. I left school early and I stayed in bed most of that weekend. I never knew a breakup would have made me feel the way that our breakup made me feel. You drug out our breakup for 6 months and knowing that actually broke me.

Through all the heartbreak and the sadness, I actually had time to think. You helped me learn what a real relationship was and what a real heartbreak is. After it ended, I hoped that we would have gotten back together but, when I finally realized that we would never get back together the hate came flooding in. After a while, I realized that I still loved you but I wasn't in love with you. You were my first love and I will always cherish that. I don't regret our time together. Thank you for breaking my heart!