Recovery

When It Happens

"How could you be so mature about it?" My friend asked. "How could you just look him straight in the eye and forgive him for hurting you? How were you able to just let it go and not even ask about the new person in his life? If it were me, I'd yell. I'd scream. I'd be selfish and make sure at that moment, my words would hurt him as much as he broke me. I would have tried my best to break him for letting us go."

"Because who he's with now, doesn't matter. It never will. It's not about her. It's not about what we used to be." I replied. "It's about him. He is happy now and that's all that matters. You know, I always joke around about how I wish this new person in his life won't be as funny as I am, or not as pretty as I am, or won't be as intelligent as I am, but truth is, I hope she is more than that. I hope she is fierce. I hope she is sassy, because I know that's what he loved about me the most. I hope she laughs at every joke. I hope she has a gleaming smile. I hope she can challenge him. I hope she likes to waste a day watching reruns. But I hope she also likes new adventures. I hope she is good to him. I hope she never breaks his heart. I hope he is happy with her. I hope he is happy."