Living in Italy has made me extremely aware of my Singleness and my desire for a boyfriend (not just a booty call). But in order to move forward I feel like I need to air out the past… by writing “Love Letters” to my Ex’s, so here goes…
To My First Kiss,
You were hot but you were a cocky a**hole. Thank you for not calling me again after you figured out I wasn’t going to put out. Seriously.
To My First Boyfriend,
You taught me a lot, especially about what commitment really means. I also discovered that you being the epitome of a Mama’s Boy meant that I was going to have to fight your mom every time I wanted to hold your hand. We both made our fair share of mistakes, but you truly are a great guy, very forgiving and patient. I know I made mistakes with you, in that relationship, that I will never make again.
[First] Love, Megan
To the Relentless Make-out Buddy/ Bad Boy,
You are one of my biggest mistakes, biggest wastes of time and the cause of so much unnecessary heartache. I can honestly say that I am glad it never worked out.
[Not-so-much] Love, Megan
To The Real Deal,
You were a game-changer in my life. You challenged me to be a better person; a better woman of God, and actually called me on my shit. I am sorry that I couldn’t be what you wanted and needed at that time in our life. But I am so happy to see that you found the woman of your dreams and are now married. I will always be grateful to you. You changed my view of relationships forever; for better.
To The Silver Fox,
You were sexy, you were charming, you were adventurous, you were everything I thought I always wanted…. until you didn’t call me back after dating for four months, asshole. Me? Bitter? Never. Your mother warned me about you, literally. I should have listened when she said you were a smooth-talker; that you’d say everything I wanted to hear. You should have just grown a pair.
[Sooo much]Love, Megan
P.S. Living with your mom at 33? Really? I should have known better.
To Radio Boy,
Well, we sure had a good story from the get-go, having met on a dating segment on live radio.I guess there was just never that “extra something” to keep the relationship afloat. However, I did like the fact that I could wash my clothes on your abs if my washing machine ever broke. 😉
To The One that Got Away,
You don’t know, do you? That I still have feelings for you. Did you even know in the first place? I still don’t get why it didn’t work out; why nothing came to fruition. Perhaps I need to move on. Perhaps I need to tell you. I don’t know. I just don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have read into all the little flirtations and sincere smiles.
[Waiting to] Love, Megan
To All the In-Betweeners,
You have names, memories, faces and a special (or not-so-special) place in my heart. There was The Cowboy, The OG, The Marine, The Poet…let’s just say that I have dated my fair share and have grown from each relationship, no matter how long it lasted. I pray you all find your match as I get closer to finding mine.
… Time for a new start, with a pieced together heart. I am waiting for my Prince, my man of God, my Knight, my Best Friend.