more to me than him

somedays (like today), i want to write him a letter telling him everyway he made me feel. from happy to sad to happy to sad again. about how now, when i see him or think of him i realize how wrong you can be about yourself and someone else. you think you know yourself until you realize you can't identify the one you are supposed to be with, until you know you deserve much better than you ever thought you could imagine. with him, it was the highest highs and lowest lows. i fell deeper in love than i thought i ever would and felt worse about myself and my life than i ever imagined possible. it was the best and the worst kind of love. when i hear people say "he's the one," i never believe it, because i was wrong about that for more than two years. i know that i am wrong not because i've met someone i would choose over him, but because i am overjoyed that i can be happy about a guy that is NOT him.