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Dear The First,
I have to admit, you are probably one of the first few people in my life who genuinely wanted to see me do good things. You are by far the biggest achiever I have ever met, and I will forever be envious of that. You are able to, as you always told me, “be bold.” The amount of strength and belief you have in me is something I can’t even fathom, and I can’t thank you enough for that. I can honestly say that I wouldn’t be who I am today without you. I wouldn’t even have the confidence I now have to do the things I want to do. I don’t even think you know how much I love you. Thank you for always reassuring me. You are the most upfront and sarcastic individual I have ever known and I am so lucky that I have had you by my side for 15 years now. You are my best friend and I really do love you, so thanks for being you.
Dear The Second,
You taught me that your type was suppose to be controlling, manipulative, and incredibly toxic. It’s sad that I really believed that I loved you. I used to firmly believe that I loved you with all my heart and at the time, I would’ve dropped anything for you. Honestly, I was naive and blindsided — it’s all kind of sad and pathetic really. Because of you, I questioned the male species entirely. With everything in your power to show the dominating strength you had over me, you made me cut a lot of people out of my life. I’ll never forget when you made me cut out The First. You made me lose a lot of important people in my life and because of that, I learned a lot about myself and you. You were selfish and I can’t even believe I ever let you in my life, but in a way, I’m glad I did. I learned a lot from you, and I honestly have so much to say to you and I think I always will. I know for a fact that we will always have words to say to one another, but I know it would be better if I refrain from saying what I truly feel. I really wish I could wish you the best, but I don’t.
Dear The Third,
I thank you, really, for restoring my faith in the masculine race. After all, it was trashed by the Second, and the First had been my only real hope. The Third, you had a way about you that I cannot really express in words, but I’ll try. You were similar to the First in many ways, though you also weren’t like him at all. You were you, and I guess that’s what made me love you. It wasn’t just the serenading in your car, or watching you down twelve tacos in one sitting, it was a multitude of things that made me fall in love with you. Just know, I am so glad I met you, and I will forever be thankful that you pulled that cheesy pick up line all those years ago. If you hadn’t approached me like that, we wouldn’t have met and I wouldn’t have fallen so deeply in love with you. Now, I’m lucky enough to call you mine.
Michaela Kowalski is a seventeen almost eighteen year old photographer, writer, and college student. Who has been living in New Hampshire all of her life, she’s currently majoring in Marketing with a minor in Public Relations. Michaela loves to inspire and endlessly create things, along with giving back in any form. She also hopes to one day to have a success travel and food blog because of her love for all things: food, travel and photography.