I’m in love with my ex.
Not my first ex, not the one who was toxic, manipulative, cheated on me, insulted me daily to my face, and then called me sensitive when I took it personally, consistently told me I was annoying made a whole group chat with my friends telling them how annoying I was and how they wished I was dead, then tried to convince me it was a joke and for my own safety.
My first healthy relationship, the second one. I fell in love with them, which is different than loving them. Falling in love with someone means you love all the perfections and imperfections, you’re working through everything together, you don’t always see eye to eye and you do argue , but you always find a ground.
They have a place in my heart that no one will ever get, in fact they have my heart no one‘s ever going to have