Admit it, we all have that one person we’ll always believe to be ‘The One.’ We all have that one person that can spoil our day or turn it all around.
But the truth is, I don’t want to forget about you. I don’t want to replace you. I want you. It’s as plain and simple as that.
It’s time to move on. The amount of opportunities you pass up by focusing on the past is infinite.
Understand that they broke you so that you could be better, so that you could do better, and so that you could find better.
I still remember the first time we met and the way you made me smile. But I’ll never forget the nights you made me cry and the nights you walked away.
I don’t blame you for being angry; you just lost who you believed was the love of your life. But just like sadness, don’t let anger get the best of you.
These bodies that you’ve touched, these lips you’ve kissed, the moments of growth and anger and frustration and patience and forgiveness and tender care cannot simply cease to exist.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be thinking of you, but it doesn’t matter. If it takes months, then it takes months.
Happy is something I won’t feel for a while. It is something I’m going to have to gain back. It is a feeling I will have to search for, like when you go to a wedding and wonder how you’ll ever find the perfect one.
You weren’t ready for the love I was to give, and I wasn’t patient enough to teach you the lessons you needed to learn for yourself.