Letters to the moon

Ever since I was a little kid, I had this idea of love in my mind. I grew up watching Disney movies, filled with the dream of perfect, ideal love. When I was seven, I started planning my wedding. I still have the little notebook where I wrote it all down; what my dress would look like, the decorations, even the cake flavors. But as I grew up, my expectations of love slowly started to change. I didn’t have a boyfriend until high school. I was 16 when I met him—my first boyfriend. Our relationship wasn’t like the movies. We were all over the place, making mistakes, learning, and hurting each other in ways we didn’t even understand at the time. I developed so many insecurities, believing love was powerful enough to change a person. He was a good guy, but we were just too young. Our relationship lasted four years, but one day, I woke up and realized I wanted more. Breaking up was terrifying. At 19, leaving him felt like leaving behind a part of my life, my identity. But I knew I didn’t wan...