[bitesize]

It's funny to think that this time four years ago we were kissing in that little yard place and you asked me if I would go out with you and I thought finally, finallllyyy, and then we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and we had no idea we would stay that way unshakeably until one rainy evening in UCD's science building in February 2014. And the last three First of Mays have been so lovely, and they gave me a reason to stay distracted from the reminder that this day ten years ago was the worst day of my thirteen year old (and, still, twenty-three year-old) life.

I am very very sad about our break up - so sad that I can't even think of proper describing words for it. When I think about some of the moments we've had in the last two months I feel a pain in my chest and I cry. But there's no bitterness about our relationship. I loved every minute that we were together, I thanked the world that I'd met you every day. No one is ever going to be like you, no one has ever known me the way you knew me from 19 to 23. I don't think about you and feel anger or shame or vengeful. I loved you and I still do and I really hope you knew all these things today and that you're doing ok.