And at last, I see the light...

On November 1st, 2013, my mood perfectly matched the cloudy gloom hovering over downtown Salt Lake City. I thought my world had come to an end, sure that I would never recover. Even after you had moved on, I hadn't. For months, I clung to a hope that someday, you'd return to the inverted city, and we'd pick up right where we left off. I thought I'd never be over it. Everyone I knew prayed that I would get over it, because frankly, it was getting annoying.

It took 3 1/2 months.

Having the little bit of perspective that I have, finally, I can say that I'm grateful it ended.

You were a great guy. You taught me a lot about myself. You showed me how to love myself, how to open up, how to share what I needed to, how to get help. I learned that it was okay to fall quickly, and I learned to fall for myself as well.

I also learned that you were a bit of a douchenozzle.

My name in your phone was "Danger Slut ;)". I thought it was funny at the time. It's not.

I thought it was funny how you would call your mom and call her a whore or a skank. It's not.

You liked video games way too much. There's nothing wrong with video games. But when they took priority over me? On multiple ocassions? Yeah no.

Everyone has baggage. I get it. I can handle baggage. *I* have baggage. But if you're gonna constantly tell me that I can't handle all your baggage? I shouldn't even try.

You had a bad past. You let me know, and I'm grateful for that. But you shouldn't glorify your past, talk about it almost as if you're proud of it. I loved that you were honest about your past. But there's no need to bring it up everyday... Please.

You would always joke that the day we met was the best day of MY life, but for you, it was just another Sunday.

The way you would objectify me, sometimes make me feel like such an object?

"Aurora, do you know why we're friends?" "Because I bring you ice cream." "No, that's because you're in love with me." "Than why?" "Because I love your butt." It was funny the first time.

Dead fishing is just gross. Please no.

After the first few days of us dating, you would usually only kiss me when other people were around, for your own comidic satisfaction. Not because you loved me, or because I wanted to kiss you.

Let me repeat. I am not an object.

My sister hated you. You tore us apart. You honestly didn't mean to. But I should've listened to her.

You were my first love, and I was absolutely smitten by you.

And I never wanna have a love like that again.