Martin,

It's been three years since the invite to your house.

In the meantime, we finally graduated, I got into the college I wanted to and didn't even care that it was the same one as yours.

I now wake up next to the man of my dreams, my the one, Jason. It's cliché when you think about it, new neighbour decides to help the brokenhearted girl and they end up falling for each other. It's cliché, it really is but I honestly do not care anymore.

I'm done with petty things like this, these letters aren't more than scribbled-on pieces of paper holding memories, distant ones and old pain. And where that pain once was is now happiness, my skin has healed and only presents minor scars that he kisses everytime he sees me touching them and remembering.

As I am writing this last letter to you, Martin, I hope you are well and I would like to say thank you. Thank you for the pain you caused me and for helping me find the person I want to spare the rest of my life with.

Today, the day he proclaimed his undying love for me and proposed, is also the day I get closure and never put you completely behind me in the hopes of pursuing a life with nothing but happiness.

Martin, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for dumping me and for breaking my heart, for not allowing me to waste my time on you. I've grown so much and I've found myself, I was lost before that, simply living off of your shadow and our relationship.

So goodbye, forever. And will be a 'forever' that means eternity, unlike ours.

I hope you have a decent life knowing you were actually the one who lost that day, big time! And you always were a sore loser so I hope that fact makes you miserable like I once felt because of you.

-Taylor Anderson, soon to be Mrs Jason E. O'Neil