Dear Past Lover, I didn't know what I was missing in my life until I met you. You taught me how to love, how amazing life was, and how beautiful I was, though I didn't know. The day I met you was a really good one. You came to me, speaking a language I didn't talk at all, making my cheeks red and my knees weak; it was love at first sight. I didn't believe in it at the time, but I had never felt that way for anyone, and I haven't. The way you talked, you grinned, you smiled, made me feel as if I was the luckiest girl in the world. You've always been so charming and so sweet. You made me look at things from a new, different perspective, revealing the beauty in the simplest things. You represented a before and after in my life. Hours and hours of talking, laughing, kissing. Loving you could be as sweet as wine, but at the same time as bitter as lemon. That dual characteristics of you made me feel intrigued and interested. I thought it was good. If only I had known... If only I knew. People as special as you have all kinds of surprises. You have always been and always will be my favorite human. It is impossible for me to forget our good, adorable, adventurous times, but also I can't seem to forget the time you ruined me. How can something you love so much, something that makes you feel special and loved, make you feel so devastated and meaningless? The thoughts running through my mind and making my heartache when I saw her in your arms are indescribable. It hurt, it really did. The fact that you lied to me, gave me false hope hurt me, but what I hated the most was the fact that you moved on while I was still suffering. But I write to you for other reasons, not to complain at all. You changed my life for good and I'm thankful for all the times you made me open my eyes. This is an answer to your apologies, to all of them. It's been hard, it's been exhausting. But I still found the way to forgive you. I love you.