An Open Letter To Every Love Lost

An Open Letter To Every Love Lost | hawk + pearl

This letter is dedicated to every person I’ve fallen in love with, to the close friendship that ended, to the one I steadily dated, to those who came into my life and stayed for only a little while, to all of the ones I thought were “the one,” to the ones who broke my heart, to the ones that healed my heart, and the rest who hold a special place in my heart.


I’m an empath, and I feel too much. I have a brain overflowing with memories from yesterday and years ago that get stuck on replay from time to time. I fall head over heels for strangers in grocery stores and the people I swipe right on dating apps. It’s both a blessing and a curse.


If we haven’t talked in a while, chances are I think about you more than you think I do. To be honest, I probably think of you regularly — maybe even daily. If I hear a song that reminds me of you or a moment we shared, I’ll get that sudden punch-to-the-gut and choke-in-the-throat feeling. I might fight to hold back tears or even skip the song if it hurts too much. I might smile and laugh to myself. I might do all of the above. (do I sound psychotic yet?)


Well, I believe you came into my life for a reason. Whether you made me learn a valuable lesson, showed me something new, brought me to a new place, or taught me a new skill — whether we ended on civil terms or one of us is still blocked on social media, know that I appreciated and still appreciate you and what we had.


The end of our relationship may have been hard to get over — hell, it still hurts to think of some of you. It’s hard to “get over” people you care about. We had amazing times together. We made memories and shared stories and life goals and dreams and fears with one another. We traveled far and wide and sang in the car on the top of our lungs. We stayed up late and talked until early morning when we had important things to do the next day. We got drunk and confessed secrets and poured our hearts out and laughed way too hard over the dumbest shit. Even though that’s all behind us now, we had a fucking blast.


So, to all of you, thank you. Thanks for showing me that I can learn to trust again, smile again, laugh again, and love again. It may not have worked out between us, but one day it will work out for you, and it will work out for me. You might have already found a new best friend. You might have already found the one. Maybe someone who treats you better than I did; someone who loves you harder than I could; someone who gives you what I couldn’t. Whatever you find, whoever you keep, I hope you get what you deserve and you are truly content with what you have right now… and I hope you’d wish the same for me.


Love always,

Morgan Mandriota is a freelance sex, health, and wellness writer and the creator of and You can read her content on Betches, BuzzFeed, Thought Catalog, and a bunch of other places on the internet. When she isn't writing, Morgan loves traveling, hiking, eating tacos, and training Brazilian jiu-jitsu. Follow her on Instagram, Twitter, and everywhere else @morganmandriota.

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