I’m happy for you. There, I said it.
For almost two years, I didn’t want to say it, because why would I wish happiness to someone who broke up with me and got with someone new in 2.3 seconds? Why would I wish happiness to someone who forgot about me in 2.3 seconds? Why would I wish happiness to someone who started dating one of my friends? It was impossible at the time.
For almost two years, I was bitter. I found every possible flaw about your new girlfriend and convinced myself that I was better. I was bitter, because why did you find love so quickly while I was still single after almost two years? I was bitter because you were moving on while my pillow was drenched in tears. I was bitter because you seemed to be happy while I was broken.
However, as we’re getting closer to the second anniversary of our breakup, I just want to say that I hope you’re happy. You’ve found someone you seem to truly love, and as much as I loved you, we were not meant to be together—we were too different. But with her, you seem to fit in. Everyone deserves love, and you found it with her and you deserve to enjoy it.
In the unofficial book about love and breakups, you’re supposed to hate your ex and his new girlfriend, but the thing is, I don’t want to hate anybody. Getting over that breakup was the most difficult thing I ever had to do, but now that I’m finally at the finish line, it’s time for me to wish you happiness. I truly hope you’re happy, healthy, and becoming the best version of yourself. I’ve become the best version of myself and I’m happy where I am, so I wish that for you too.
I don’t think a reunion is possible between us because there was too much pain and tears, but I hope that one day we see each other and smile—you with her and me with someone new.
I’m not sad anymore. I’m not angry anymore. I’m not bitter anymore. I’m just happy and in peace.