I tried hating you, I deleted everything of you out of my life, while in the process losing myself.
What you don’t know is that my dress size changed and my skin ached and my body was exhausted from trying to be something I thought you wanted.
You have to ignore the shit out of your ex for at least six months.
Nobody sober texts “heeeyyyyyy”
He could have fought for you. He could have tried harder. He could have loved you more. And he didn’t.
It’s trying so hard not to break down at random times of the day simply because you miss them.
I’m sorry for ever allowing myself to believe I wasn’t enough.
I purged myself of all my passions, the things that had once made me feel so alive. I was just hoping you could fill the voids I was creating.
I never had to teach myself to forgive you, but it took months to forgive myself.
I want you to know that I’m glad you’re moving on. I hope someone’s taking good care of you now, providing you more happiness, and securing you a future that I couldn’t give to you