I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, but I did. Layer by layer.
I forgive you because I know you’ve been broken too. I know that you are terrified of who you are and who you aren’t. I know you’re scared of what they’ll think.
Now time has passed. My wounds aren’t as deep; they’ve merely healed themselves completely over time. I don’t hate you anymore, I don’t think you’re ugly and I don’t think I’m better for him than you.
We hear it in girl power anthems every day on the radio. We gossip about it over lunch with our girlfriends. “Once a cheater, always a cheater.”
It’s a work in progress. Yet I know it’s going to happen. You won’t know it, nor will it affect you in any way. Yet, we are taught that forgiveness sets you free.
Stop treating yourself inhumanely. You’ve punished yourself way beyond what is just for any perceived or real crimes you may have committed by forever berating yourself.
Since you deem them “your enemy”, there’s a good chance you have limited interaction with that person, meaning you also have limited information on their lives, and limited information on their motives.
They know we are struggling to let go. But what they don’t know is that we are stronger than them. It is time. It is time for me become the version of myself that these things are keeping me from.
Life doesn’t stop when you run out of reasons to go on, it continues once you start finding reasons to look forward to. And I have found those reasons.
I can feel myself letting go of you.