Dear Boy Who Broke My Heart.

Dear You,

Remember back when we used to walk along the beach when the sun went down and the stars and moon turned the sea silver.
You said "The stars make your eyes glow" so softly and sweetly that it made us stop walking and just stare at each other as the waves blissfully crashed into the waves.
That sound stays with me, does it stay with you?

I hope you never forget that I spent helping you clean your house before your parents got home.
I spent forever trying but failing to clean the bathroom floor when you burst in with a camera.
I still have the photos, One with you carrying me on your back through the kicthen, us both laughing til our chest hurt.
Another one with me, foam smeared on my cheeks, and my nose. You were leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips while I was trying to get the foam in your hair.
One more showed you carrying two cups of tea, looking like a maid with your mothers lacy apron.
I sometimes flick through them for inspiration, I think about if you think about me.

I hope everytime you walk past the highstreet, you think of the time I brought a cake with cream, it ended up on my face, your jacket, the car.
Everywhere but my mouth.
You commented on how nothig ever ended up in my mouth, then you relised how dirty that sounded.
It became a private joke that our friends had no idea what it meant.
I wonder, do you still laugh over it? I do.

One thing that is burned into my mind is when you said it was over.
You took me out in your car, I thought it was for some random romantic picnic.
But instead, you took me to the lake, took my hand and said "I don't love you anymore".
You never did.
I cried, you sang to me in hope it would stop my tears, it only made it worse.
You never were every good at helping with emotions.

So, I hope you choke when you remember how I was after.
Drinking, spending the days in a giant blur of acholol.
I smashed my entre bathroom, falling against the wall and sobbing as memories resurfaced.
Hopefully, you take the guilt to your grave.

You saw when I walked past, hand in hand with the guy that was helping me get over you.
I was smiling and laughing for the first time in so long; your whole 'lets be friends' act shattered when I told you I was turning my back on you.
It was when I was finally happy with someone else that you relised how much I meant to you, but it was too late.
You'd lost me.
You can't always have what you want, that's what you taught me - the hard way.

Everytime you turn on the radio, or any music channel you see me, singing about the boy that broke my heart, and the one that fixed it.
I guess this is my way of teaching you a lesson.
If you had've waited a few more years, given us alittle longer, then who knows where you'd be now.
I'll leave you to think about that while I enjoy my life.
The one you left.

From Me,

Ps; I'm stronger now, don't call me.