To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.

It’s not a love letter; it’s a confession I haven’t gotten to tell them.

I was madly in love with them back then, but this isn’t a love letter because I write it without feelings of love. It’s just a confession that I haven’t gotten to tell them. The older I get, the more I relate to Taylor’s songs. I know it’s hard for both of us to find the right man at the right time. At least, they were valuable lessons.

Dear Mr., Perfectly Fine,

How’s your heart after breaking mine? You seem fine. Yeah, you’re fine. You always took all the finest with you. Bombing me with love, feeding my hopeless-romantic side with the meal she loves, then ripping my soul and leaving scars.

Things got weird after I shared my honest feelings for you. You turn the warm off, and it becomes ice cold. It sucks how you just tossed my heart out of the window. Thus, you don’t deserve any tears from me! I know my worth and respect your choice; not anyone has good taste.

After the whole emotional rollercoaster, I throw up. Thus, Mr. Perfectly Fine, I’m outta here. I have no hard feelings, but I’m not hanging around in your indifference zone. Time to focus on me and my own happiness! Good luck with your stuff; we’ll cross paths again one day.

See you later, alligator!