letter to my exes

the ones who shaped the story, whether they meant to or not.

you probably didn’t think you’d end up here.
immortalized on a tag.
hanging on racks.
pressed into cotton and stitched with memories.

but here we are.

because the truth is, this isn’t just about a guy.
this is about all of it.
the friendships that felt like family until they didn’t.
the love that turned into survival.
the years I spent giving everything and losing myself quietly in return.

this is for the 12-year rollercoaster 
from a teenage girl in love with her first boyfriend,
to a 20 year old bride thinking forever had a timeline,
to a young woman holding the title of “ex-wife” before she ever found herself.

and then came the others.
the ones who felt like soulmates, until they unraveled.
the ones who taught me lessons in the hardest ways.
the ones who reminded me that heartbreak doesn’t just come from romance, it can come from people who said they’d never leave.

every chapter left a mark.
every version of me had to fall apart so this one could rise.

my ex’s vintage isn’t about revenge.
it’s about remembering.
it’s about honoring every phase, every wound, every comeback.
a brand built on what was lost and what I refused to let go of : myself

and don’t get me wrong
I will always be a lover girl, this heart of mine will never grow cold.

so this is for the ones who thought I wouldn’t survive them.
the ones who underestimated the girl they left behind.
and for me, the woman who turned it all into gold.

to my unborn child
the one who reminded me that love can begin even before it arrives.
who gave me hope that one day,
I'll have a love that lasts forEVER.
not the kind that breaks me.
but the kind that builds me
gently, fully, endlessly.

welcome to my ex’s vintage.
this is the comeback.