To the boy who broke my heart,

You came into my life so suddenly and unexpectedly. You were a shy little freshman who was a few years younger than me, but I didn't care. I wanted to make you mine, and that is exactly what I did. I went through every obstacle that life threw me to land you as my homecoming date.

I wanted you in my life, I wasn't exactly sure why, but I had a good feeling about you.

I scored you as my homecoming date and as my boyfriend a few weeks later. You were my high school sweetheart. Life was amazing — the honeymoon stage always is. You are just learning about this new person in your life. It's exciting, nerve-wracking, but it's unlike anything else you have ever experienced. I had dated before I met you, except no one made me feel as special as you did. I fell for you, quick. I loved you.

We spent the next couple of months, which quickly turned into years, spending time together, learning, trying, and exploring a multitude of new things. We vacationed together every winter, spring, and summer break. Our families met each other and we started having get-togethers as one. Countless of holidays and birthdays were celebrated and cherished. We snapped thousands of pictures to capture the moments to have forever. I kept a memory box of every keepsake that reminded me of you and special dates or trips that we went on — I still have that box.

You were mine for almost four years, but all of that changed as happiness started to fade.

A new girl came into your life and tried to make you hers. I became extremely insecure with myself. Did you love me anymore?

We started to fight, and fight, and fight. Those fights eventually lead to pity breakups that resulted in us falling back into each other's arms days or even hours later. But, then came that night of the breakup that changed everything completely. You finally said that you had had enough; you were done with me. I wasn't worth the fight anymore. That night was just last night, and I am falling apart.

So, here I am, writing this as tears hit my laptop thinking, "Do you still love me?" Because I still love you with my heart. I have never stopped loving you. No matter how angry you made me, how many jokes you made that I didn't think were funny, or your tactile ways to scare me. I didn't care. I love you and I have never stopped. I would take you back in the blink of an eye although you broke my heart. You are worth the pain and tears.

However, I am also a strong believer in everything happens for a reason, you know that.

This break up has happened for a reason, but so did our relationship and the chance of loving each other. I may move on from this, or you may truly be the one for me. As of right now, neither of those look very helpful. I'm struggling, I cannot lie, but I know that things will get better. I wish the best for you and your future. I hope you love every moment of college, get into the marching band, and keep up the success that you have had in high school. I hope you cherish your last few months of high school and never look back. I hope you thrive and are proud of the person you are and who you will become.

I know you will have success, I'm confident. Just remember, things were good — so good. Unfortunately, as we know, all good things must come to an end. Heartbreak sucks and my heart aches for you. I do want you to remember one thing: I love you and I will support you until the end of time whether I am by your side or not.

Love forever and always.