Dear first love,

We met in 9th grade. We dated and I broke up with you. We planned on getting back together at a dance, but when we got there, I realized I just didn’t want to be with you. You met the love of your life that night, and it wasn’t me.

Over the next six years we would become best friends, get back together, I would fall in love with you, we’d split up because you wanted to be with her, get back together, split up, and on and on and on. You made me the happiest and the most miserable that I have ever been in my life.

We are currently living together, as best friends, and the girl you met at the dance that night is now pregnant with your child.

I have given up on the hope that we will be together someday, but I will always wonder what our lives would be like now if we had gotten back together at that dance before you met her.

Love,

Your best friend, age 21