When I think of you, I feel a sense of nostalgia. You remind me of a period in my life when I simply didn’t know what else was out there.
I was young, and easily influenced. Maybe you took advantage of that, I don’t know. I don’t want to hold a grudge, though.
Now that I’m older and wiser, I can see that you preyed on my naivety: you kept me in the dark about better options. You were so prohibitive and you weren’t truly looking out for me. You’d never let me go swimming, and you’d limit what physical activities I could do. My interest in gymnastics during my early teens disappeared, and I attribute that to you.
You’d dictate what clothes I could or couldn't wear. Never anything too tight or too short. I could never be comfortable around you. You were smothering, bulky, and uncomfortable. Oh, and you smelled, too. I’m not proud to admit this, but this is a big factor as to why I had to break up with you.
When I look to the past and I think of you, I think about how you were there for me in my time of need. My first period. I turned to you, and yes - you did help me out in that sticky situation. But unfortunately, it was only because I didn’t know better.
We had some good times, too. Sure. But I have moved on, and it’s time you let go, too.