A Letter to Her

A letter to all of the beautiful women, who once held his heart:
There is no greater desire than to go back in time and know who you're going to end up with in the end. I mean, if I had one chance to rewind--and make sure I only spent time pursing the ONE who was destined to be mine forever--I would take it in a heartbeat.
Looking back, at all the hours and effort spent trying to make old relationships work out, all the promises of "forever," and the belief that he was it. I begin to no longer see you as an enemy--as an ex-girlfriend, or an ex-fling and instead, I start to feel like I'm looking at my own reflection. Of course, we're different...
But I know, I know what it's like to have a birthday tattooed on your heart--dates and memories and kisses and apologies and fights and laughs and all those tears engraved in your heart.
So, I try not to get upset or mad or envious when I see or hear or assume something of you. Because, who am I, to be angry at the good times you both shared.
Nonetheless, my jealousy seems to run rampant sometimes, knowing you have parts of him that'll never be mine. Like his first kiss, that first look of love, and the first time his unsteady hand touched your bare back--countless numbers of firsts, that so many other girls got and will keep.
It's crazy how life works itself out; everyone giving everyone parts of themselves they'll never get back. And no matter how hard you wish, to get those parts back, it's impossible--all we can do is hope they're not lost in a bitter heart.
And so, I've decided, we each got something the other will never have and instead of the constant want and need to get them from each other (or at least, me from you,) my only request, is that you never forget him. Because I'll never forget mine.
And although you may never read this, just know that the cliche war between the new girlfriend and the ex-girlfriend, will never be me to you. And if it ever seemed to be, remember that old mirror we share.