Letter to my ex #2

Sometimes I think about you. Sometimes I remember your eyes. Sometimes I see things of you in him, like telling me that my hands are cold all the time; like kissing my nose and then my forehead or laughing at my stupid jokes just because of my loud laugh.

I think the other day I smelled your fragrance in his sweater and it made me kind of dizzy,

I just told him I had a headache. Sometimes when he sings to me I remember that you dedicated me the exactly same song once. Sometimes when he talks to me about his favorite movie I remember that I saw it once at your house. Sometimes when he tells me cute nicknames I remember that you used to call me like that too.

But he never forgets to open the door for me, and he gets along with my family. He looks me in the eyes right before he kisses me and he makes me laugh more than he makes me sad. When he says he loves me I can actually feel it and it's not just like some broken promise. He holds my hand in front of everyone and he motivates me to reach my goals.

I know this isn't some kind of competition and I shouldn't be comparing two completely different people, but it's just that when I look at him, I feel more alive than I ever felt around you, it's just that with less than a minute with him I'm happier than in the whole time I spent with you.

Sometimes I think about you, about how things ended between us and I'm glad they did.

Sometimes I remember your eyes and all the times I wanted to tell you that I missed them; and I'm glad I didn't.

Sometimes I see things of you in him and I smile, because I know he isn't you.

And to be honest, I couldn't be more grateful with you; because if you hadn't let me go, today I wouldn't be holding his hand.

— m.f. // Letter to my ex #2