my lost love

No Regrets

I am glad it was him. 

My first. 

I know that he eventually chose to prioritize himself and left me. I know that he broke me apart. 

Many told me that he was a messed up guy.

But still, I didn't regret choosing him and I believe him. 

I know that those rumors may actually be true but I loved him the way he is. The imperfect him with the flaws he holds. 

I know I may sound foolish but that's how love is sometimes. Your heart becomes soft for ONLY him. 

When no one else did, 

He was the first person to truly understand and cared for me.

He saw the love that I carried for my loved ones. 

He saw through that mask I was putting. He saw the vulnerable and fragile me.

He knew what I was feeling and thinking without me trying to purposely express it out. 

I know that he really loved me strongly once. 

Despite hating how he dropped my heart carelessly, I couldn't bring myself to blame him. 

Because I understand him as well. 

And I sincerely wish the best for him.

I couldn't bring myself to hate or think badly of him, 

because I know that he has never done that to me

and so will I. 

I just know. 

No one else will be able to understand the way he made me feel and the precious memories we formed together.

The amount of Love, Care and Trust built.