I know I shouldn't thank you for the way you treated me, but I feel obligated to say it. To you I was never going to be a first choice. I was always going to be the second choice, the maybe, the one who was 'good enough for now but not the best'. I was the pan you left on the back burner and tended to every once in a while so I wouldn't burn and harden to your name. Every so often you'd bring the heat back to my presence pretending I was your focus all along. You did this so I could be someone to come back to in case the other girls didn't work out. So thank you!

Thank God I never saw your crystal blue eyes in real life because I probably would've drown in them.

Thank you for always cancelling plans before meeting in person. The movie was great by the way! The key lime pie I bought for you was deliciously enjoyed with my best friend. Over laughter and squinty eyes smiles, I didn't feel the need to pretend to be anyone else for you.

Thanks to not hearing your voice. I will never have to live in the echos of its ghost.

I am giving thanks that you didn't let me fall in love you more.