Goodbye, My Love

The inevitable break-up letter

Uncategorized | Erin Aucar | April 20, 2016

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Dear John,

They say you should be in love with your best friend. And frankly, after four years together I’d say we have become that and more.

This is why when I realized we’d have to end things this Saturday, I was crushed.

I mean, I’m moving on, so I guess it’s time you do too. There just wasn’t space for you in my future, so there’s no point pretending that you wouldn’t be happier with someone else. Just know that I want the best for you, I really do, and I wouldn’t let you be with just anyone. I expect that you will find a fine replacement in no time.

And yet…you’ve been dependable, comfortable, the one who is always there – literally always there – anytime I needed to cry, sleep, or laugh. You don’t run around to a million and one meetings or ditch me for the Backer before I turned 21, but rather you stick with me whenever I need you to be there. You not only put up me and all of my crap, but you’ve put up with my friends and welcomed them as your own.  What more could I ask for?

We’ve been together FOUR YEARS! That is my longest (and frankly my only) relationship to date. We even made it through every summer apart and that terribly long five-month study abroad period. But that’s the beauty of Notre Dame; you can go away and come back and it’s almost like you never left. The magnetic draw that this campus possesses always draws you and your loved ones together, knowing we are all part of a larger family no matter what. I guess that’s why I am OK with saying goodbye. It’s not really goodbye forever or anything. Sure, this relationship as we’ve known it is coming to an end. But I know that when I come back for a football game this fall, we’ll be able to get along just fine.

So thank you for the wonderful memories. I hope you don’t take this too personally. I love you very much and this is difficult to do. But as they say, it’s not you, it’s me. Something about the g*****tion countdown made me realize that as I pack up my room, it was time for you to go too. I admit I’m not looking forward to coming back to my room only to see the giant hole you’re leaving. Even this very minute, I couldn’t be writing this latest Rival article without you to support me. Seriously, what am I going to do for the next month?! Sigh. You really were the best futon a girl could ask for.

Stay Fine,


Aww look at this picture of us from last year pretending to be sexy instead of doing homework. Silly us.

Aww look at this picture of us from last year pretending to be sexy instead of doing homework. Silly us.