To my ex's next girlfriend,

I stand here, writing this letter, with tears in my eyes. They are happy, of course, but there is also some resentment I will never get over. What I would give to be in your position again. My only wish in the world would be to experience that pure, exciting and real love with someone. I hope the two of you laugh a lot, laugh about the stupidest moments in life. I hope he looks at you the way he once did with me, like melting ice cream. He won't be scared this time because it feels so natural and so right. The anxiety will melt away from his life when he is with you.

I hope he takes you to all of the places where we shared so many memories. The best bars in town, eating breakfast hungover on a Sunday morning and the river. I'll never forget the first time he told me he loved me. It was the best feeling in the world, and I can only hope he gives you that same feeling. Love is a magical experience that can't be bought or bargained. I hope he puts his all into loving you, and I hope you do the same. I hope he comes home from a bad day at work and opens up to you. Communication flows so wonderfully when the timing is right, and a relationship is healthy. I hope he puts his all into making you happy and wants to do whatever it takes to make it work.

He's a great person with a big heart, but he's a little immature. He will frustrate the hell out of you, especially when he doesn't do the dishes or clean up after himself. But when you look into those almond-shaped eyes, you will forget whatever you were fighting about. I hope he holds you in his arms and you lay your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat. I hope you look at him every day and feel overwhelming happiness and wonder if this is finally it. I hope you to put your all into your relationship when it's easy or hard and to stick by him.

But most of all, I hope you two are happy together and hope you are the one. Searching for love is one of the most challenging tasks in your 20s, but I know you two can make it together.

With love,

Melanie Crisamore