Una lettera al ragazzo che ha smesso di interessarsi alla ragazza che amava un tempo

I bet you didn’t see this one coming. I bet you never thought you’d lose her. I bet you never thought someone better is going to come along—someone who will cherish her and appreciate her.

You took her for granted and now this is the price you’ll have to pay. You’ll have to see me taking care of her, loving her. Doing all the things you had the chance to do, but didn’t.

You know what? You’re an idiot!

Questa è una ragazza che meritava di essere portata in bei posti, di essere viziata. Questa è una ragazza che ti ha insegnato ad amare. Questa è una ragazza che ha sacrificato il suo tempo e i suoi bisogni solo per assecondare i tuoi. Come puoi non vergognarti di te stesso per aver giocato con il suo cuore e il suo amore genuino per te?

Did you even love her? Or did you just like the idea of love, so you gave it a try? I bet all your friends were in happy relationships. They had all changed from the times you wandered the streets in the middle of the night, lurching on the sidewalk after a night of heavy liquor. They all grew beyond that—the only one who was left stuck in the past was you, and you didn’t want to be all alone there.

So, you decided you needed someone to make your time pass more quickly, someone to amuse you. You liked this idea of love but you were still too immature to actually love someone. You had to run into her—the most innocent and pure girl we both met.

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You had to destroy her. You had to crush her. You pretended to love her, maybe you even convinced yourself you loved her—and she bought it.

I know, she told me. You had some happy times together. Times that she still cherishes because that’s the way she is—good person who is unable to hold a grudge—unable to get angry, even when she has every right to do so.

How could you not know somewhere deep in your heart that you’ll never find someone like her? No one will ever love you better than she did. Maybe you didn’t even notice she loved you. Man, she would have moved mountains for you. The two of you could have been ever-lasting. If only you knew how to appreciate her.

Mi dispiace per te e per la tua anima pietosa.

Mi dispiace che nessuno vi abbia mai insegnato come trattare le persone che amate. Mi dispiace che tu sia ancora probabilmente inconsapevole di what you’ve had and lost. I feel sorry that you didn’t shower her with romance and courtship as men who are in love do.

Ma tu non sei un uomo. Sei un ragazzo. Un ragazzo che pensa ancora che fare il figo e comportarsi come se nessuno potesse toccarlo vada bene. Superalo. Ci siamo comportati così quando eravamo giovani e stupidi. Un vero uomo sa come amare la sua donna, and he knows how to make her queen of his realm. Let’s face it—if she is the right one, she is the queen of his realm, and he is her king.

So, please, until you become a man, do not to try to love anyone. You’ll just hurt them like you’ve hurt her. Like you’ve hurt my love.

 

 

But, you know what, I’m done with the anger towards you. There is nothing that I can do—I can’t undo what’s been done. I can only make sure she never goes through that s**it again. And I promise you and everyone else that she won’t. She’s done with pain for her lifetime.

What I actually wanted to give you is one big, honest ‘thank you’.

Because if you weren’t such an idiot, I wouldn’t be the luckiest man alive.

Thank you for forcing her into the arms of another man. Me. Thank you for giving me the chance to nurture her and to give shelter to her wounded heart. Thank you for giving me a girl whom I’ve lost my breath over. A girl for whom I would go to the moon and back—to whom I would give my heart entirely.

Thank you for giving me the girl whom I’m proud to walk the streets with and whom I’ve brought home to meet my parents.

Grazie per non aver capito cosa sia il vero amore. Grazie per non averle mostrato cos'è il vero amore.—thank you for letting me show her that.

Thank you for letting me console her whenever she has a bad day. I was never happier then when I turned those heavy tears rolling down her cheeks into a blissful and hopeful smile with belief that everything would be ok. If it weren’t for you, I would never know what that would feel like—what would loving someone deeply feels like.

Although I can’t stress how stupid you are, what you missed out on, and how many mistakes you’ve made, you did do one good thing.

You’ve lost her.

Grazie.

 

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