MAYBE everyone has that one person who changes things, that person whose influence is so powerful it divides one's lifetime into 3 different era: Pre, Intra, Post. They call it The One Great Love. But I think it is the love that comes at a time when the heart is still young and vulnerable and has never been broken and is therefore, in its most impressionable form.

My person was you. Maybe you had your own first heartbreak and dealt with it your way. This is how I deal with mine.

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I am not trying to bring back the past. It just strikes me as odd that I can write effortlessly about one thing only - you. Is it because of the many heartbreaks I had with you? Pain fuels a writer. Deep wounds leave scars. But with time, scars can be beautiful. It's like being in the war that shook the world. And I lived to tell about it.

Pre-You, life was, to be honest, boring. I had taken steps laid down in front of me. I was merely following a path instead of making my own. I was a good student and life was relatively ok.

And my biggest worry was the coming of another long exam. Life was what it should be, according to the world's standards.

And then you came.

Intra-You, it was mostly about survival. Surviving your indiscretions by having my own. Surviving med school by swallowing my pride and crawling back to you every time we broke up. You should have seen it coming. I was tortured and feeling neglected. It is but natural that I take refuge some place else.

I paid a heavy price but was it worth it? Hell, yeah! He gives me emotional stability. And my sanity back.

I am no longer plagued with issues. Do I regret knowing you? Of course not! Because you were my greatest teacher. And I have been a fine student. I was able to blaze my own trail.

Post-You. Life now is great. No more crying over a certain goddess you met on-line. No more paranoid thoughts of tracking you down some night club. No more unanswered texts and ignored phone calls. No more wondering if you really love me and how much. I am secure. I am loved.

And it makes me happy. My heart healed. My brain was put on reset and I now see the world in a different, less impulsive way.

And, umm.. my hand has been taken. That's what this is all about. I am getting married.

Life is never boring after you. People are always ready to share their good spirits if you let them. The men of the world aren't all promiscuous. My fiancé isn't. And I hope I am right about this. Fairytales still exist. And mine is in the making.

I am not the evil stepmother. And you cannot lecture me about being with someone with a kid because I saw your pictures.

You were here, too. In my shoes. And you looked happy. I hope you weren't just pretending.

The dilemma of sending this letter would have been solved had we stayed friends. But the universe dealt us a different card.

I have always remained friends with exes.

That should be the way of the world. But I guess, I am in the wrong planet. If exes were civil to each other, this world would be in a much better shape.

I have said good bye to you a thousand times. I have walked out of your life for so long you must have forgotten about my existence.

But this piece is for you. You have never been forgotten.

Be happy for me because when I walked away from one great, turbulent love affair, I stepped into a mature, less exhausting relationship that has made me a better person.