I oddly think about you. Yes you've hurt me. Yes you've touched me in places no one ever has. But I know there will be others to come. Some will stay longer than others. Some will leave sooner then later. But that's okay because you taught me how to fight through the pain you caused. The countless nights I've stayed up crying, sobbing, aching like I never have before. Wondering if it'll ever get better. But now I am free. Free of you and what you've caused. I am happy and that is what I call self love.
