July 19, 2010 by Me This postcard and the comments in response to it really hit home. I feel for each and every one of you, I know how this goes… I was with my exboyfriend for two-and-a-half years. He was my first real relationship, the only person I had ever really opened up to and trusted. Although we never had sex (because of moral and religious reasons), we shared everything else together, both each other’s first’s. And then, he ended it one day. His reasoning? That he had become someone he didnt want to be, and treated me horribly. We split up in order to “keep me from hating him in the end”. It hurt, but I still admired him for it. Even after splitting up and experiencing all of the hurt that I had gone through, I couldn’t bring myself to say or think one bad thing about him. I was devastated, seeing as every little thing had reminded me somehow of him. We promised to stay friends, although that quickly fell through and we stopped talking for a brief period of time. A month after the split, he used me for sex. We both had wanted it, but I had seen more in the situation than there really was. I was looking to get back together, he was not, and made that blantantly clear after the fact. I was more devastated than before, to the point where staying home in bed crying had become routine for me. We lost all contact after that… This was four months ago, and I am still not over it. I lost more than a boyfriend, but a best friend and a lifestyle. Life isn’t as enjoyable as when I was with him, and I sometimes think I am developing depression because of it. Although I put on a strong face on the outside, the inside crumbles to pieces every day. No one knows, but I still cry at night, secretly hoping that things with him and I will go back to how they were. So heres to you, Brad. I love you. I always have, and I always will. Please think of me once in a while, because I’m always thinking of you.