Please stop punishing yourself. The longer you keep feeling that it was your fault, the harder it will be for you to move on.
Because forgiveness taught me that I am stronger than any pain inflicted on me, and I always will be.
When you said we should take a break, I gave you all the space you needed. I waited for your return but you never came back. I’ve stopped waiting since.
I will probably never be as whole as I was before I met you, but I have come to appreciate the beauty of each broken piece of me.
No matter what I did, you were never happy. There was always room for improvement. You told me that I needed to be perfect, and it wasn’t until I starved myself to near death that I realized that the only way I could be perfect is if I was dead.
I’m fine. Even when I cry, even when I miss you, even when I’m alone, even when I’m scared, even when I see you looking happy in pictures — even when I know you don’t miss me, I’m still fine.
I broke our heart because I cannot keep up with the lie that we’re the same, you and I.
Sometimes you break your own heart, too.
But once they have their minds set that they don’t want you anymore, you have to let them go.