January 23. I met you for our first date. We went ice skating and then dinner at my favorite place Max Brenner’s. It’s been a ride. Hell of a ride, darling. You are gone and have been since 7 months. You went home. I stayed here with our memories engraved in places and things.

It’s now been a year. Exactly a year. I moved on but a part of me will always be connected to you and will always feel deep affectionate for you. It took a lot out of me but boy, am I glad to have met you. You taught me lessons, prepared me to know what could blind side me, challenged me, some sweet memories, but most importantly made me realized that I have to be fiercer than ever.

I realized a lot of things over time and I will not lie, I have spent nights crying and wanting to scream. I have thought of crazy thoughts to have your company again even if you were a vial of poison for me.

I took your drive and motivation and acted on mine finally. I thank you for that. You drove me crazy at some points but we are young. Your intimacy and care was genuine. But the time wasn’t right. Whatever happened, it’s okay. I am going to take my lessons and memories and be happy.

You and I are the same people in a lot of aspects and it clashed and destroyed us. I realized that we are both very selfish and both want to achieve greatness but that meant focusing on ourselves and racing time.

Today, I smiled at our memories and would love to hug you just once and let you go. I hope to meet you once again in the future, just once. To see how we have grown. You weren’t a blessing nor a lesson, but rather a combination.

Lots of love to you. Go build your empire, sweetheart.