I wish that I could say that I was above the pettiness of social media stalking.
But I’m not.
I casually spotted, then intentionally searched. And I had a few thoughts.
I don’t know if you even know it yet.
But I think you will be The One.
The One for Him.
I see the same characteristics, how you’re a blend of features of myself and his other serious ex.
You’re his type.
I see what you study, what your few public pictures show. And I can tell that your interests align with his even more closely than mine did. That conversation with him won’t be a teaching moment, but something of excitement as you weave through a world you both adore.
A part of me wants to hate you. Selfishly wants him to always love me from afar, even though we should never be together again. I want him to always ache for the fact that he screwed up, to feel guilty because it was his fault that our relationship ended.
But mostly, I’m just watching.
I want to tell you how to understand his mood swings. I want to compare stories with you about his quirks and favorites. I want to gush over his son with you.
Even more, though…
I want to know that he’ll take care of you. That he learned from his mistakes. That you will have a partnership. That he’ll love you, and for once, he’ll move you up on the priority list. I want you to be cherished, to be treated with dignity.
I don’t know you from Eve. But, dear girl who will replace me, my fingers are crossed for you. That the boy I loved will turn into the man who loves you.
You’re beautiful. He’ll tell you that.
But always remember – you’re worth it, too.