(This is super cringe but I read somewhere it might be helpful so let's see)
Dear you,
It's been 3 month since I left you. Every day that goes by, your words still sting, yet I miss your touch, your voice, your everything.
The memories have dug their nails so deep I know the scars will last forever. They were good memories. Good times and you threw it all away so quickly. Did I mean that little to you?
I don't know if you've made me more afraid to love or if you've shown me what love is not. Was it just an attachment? When you hurt me I still stayed because I was afraid it would hurt more to lose you. That can't be love.
I can't seem to understand why I still miss you when you don't miss me. You were never afraid of losing me. You didn't care. So why do I still miss you? What have you done to me?
You took advantage of my nativity. You used my love and took what I gave you for granted. And I kept on giving. Unconditionally. And when I asked for a little you refused.
After all of this, I choose to forgive you. I choose to move on, accept the pain, accept the memories and accept what the future holds for me.
I will smile at the good times; the time we sat by the fire, me in your arms, the time you kissed me and told me I was the right person for you, the time you cooked for me, the time you went out of your way to make me smile, the way you always made sure I wasn't cold.
I can't be that bad right? If that wasn't love and it was amazing then true love must be unimaginable.
But I will also remember the agony. When your eyes would follow every other girl, when you couldn't commit but wanted every other part of the relationship, when you would gaslight me and attack me for not being mature. When you said to my face I wasn't good enough.
I could wish that one day you realise how much I was there for you, and once again you'd crave my touch, but I can't wait for you. I waited for a year for you to accept me and you never did. So I won't wait for your apology. I won't wait for your need.
However, I wish you love and healing, I wish that one day you will be able to love someone without hurting them. It hurts that it can't be me, but maybe it was never meant to be me.
You weren't the right person, wrong time. You were the right person, at the right time, and you taught me the right, albeit painful lesson.
Thank you
Love,
Me
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How to mend a broken heart
Non-FictionFor the first time in my life, I experienced heart break. This is a journal where I document how I feel and how I'm getting through it. I'm hoping this will be a sort of "how to get over someone" and I hope this helps someone else as well.
