Similar to your adoration for millennials, you LOVED the long emails, which I’d send to you. So, as a nod to days past…

Things between you and I deteriorated precipitously over the final few months of our relationship. This is not my autopsy of what caused the death of our bond. Rather, I write this to say thank you, and I love you.

If it wasn’t for you, I’d likely still be pursuing my former career path. Though life in the immediate aftermath of quitting my job was a struggle, I am now much happier for having done so. You planted the seed, which led to me (drastically) altering my course. The resultant unemployment compelled me to think long and hard about what I wanted for my future. I can hear your voice now — “What do you want to do [for work]? … WHAT DO YOU MEAN you don’t know?!” Now, I am pursuing a career in writing.

Thank you for teaching me about money. From your suggestion to move out of my previous apartment to your admonitions about buying coffee each morning, I now make more intelligent financial decisions based on your guidance. And, no, I do not have an Apple Watch.

You broke up with me about nine months ago, but I still think about you every day. I hope that life is awesome for you, as well as for your son, parents, sis, (Ginger) and friends. Thank you for everything. Because of you, I am a better man. I love you.