Thanks for constantly trying to break up with me. Thanks for keeping me up every single night crying. Thanks for breaking my heart over and over. Thanks for yelling at me and making me think so lowly of myself. Thanks for moving on so quickly. Though I’m not so sure you can consider it moving on if she looks like me anyways? The irony almost makes me laugh. Thanks for not believing in us enough to stay and try to work through it all. Thanks for not valuing me enough to make me yours when you had the chance. Thanks for throwing away everything we worked so hard to build because of pride. Thanks for not appreciating the things I bought you enough to put them to good use. Thanks for letting me pay for everything; movie dates, gas, dinner etc. Even though I offered, thanks for not being man enough to say no. Thanks for not saying, “I love you” until it was too late. But most importantly, thanks for showing me how strong I am. Thanks for showing me how much shit I can tolerate. Thanks for showing me I can reinvent myself. That I can be better than you. Better than us. Better than me now. Bigger and better things ahead. Oh, and thanks for helping me rebuild my relationship with my first love. He’s everything you wish you could be. My best friend, my shoulder to lean on, my loving support. And thanks to you, my future is gold.