To My Ex-Boyfriend

And if I have learned anything from our love, it is that things do not break in even pieces. The way I still catch you glancing in my direction or searching for the words to start a simple conversation from time to time makes me believe that maybe you left with a piece of me after we fell apart. And you can keep it because I want to be the ghost that lingers in your heart over the years and the many of miles that will draw us farther away from home. I want to be the girl you think of late at night as you drive among city lights, the one you think of when you hear your favorite song. I want to remind you of all the little things you loved about the world: full moons, bike rides, long road trips through unknown places. I want to be the girl that evolves into mystery; a girl who may wander off to places you can not find, but somehow she never leaves your heart. I want my memory to feel like the first time you jump into the ocean, all the times you’ve blown out birthday candles, your first time climbing a tree and seeing the world from a new height. I want you to feel like every moment of your life is a thrill, a possibility, or an adventure. I want to be the girl who taught you how to live in a world that only knows how to survive. I want to be the girl you wonder about every now and then, the girl you call late one night to see if she is the still the girl who never keeps her feet in the sand; to see if she is out chasing sunsets just like she said she would.