When I think of marriage, I’ve finally come to accept that you and I are not meant to be.
After you, I learned that sometimes being alone is less lonely than being with someone who does not care. I realized that just because you no longer love me did not mean I couldn’t as well.
I’m learning that it’s okay to love what was, but infinitely better to appreciate and focus on what is.
We will forever stay an almost and I think that hurts the most.
I once heard that when you break up with someone, it’s not just everything that transpired that you lose, it’s everything that will never be.
Let go of all the pain that has been brought into your life, all the events that have shattered you, that have weakened you, that have shaped and changed you. Let them go.
Maybe we aren’t meant to become, aren’t meant to reattach, aren’t meant to rewrite the past and begin a new story.
You need to remember that he is a chapter in your book, not your ending. You need to remind yourself that he’s part of your life and not your everything.
They say if you love someone, let them go. So now I’m setting you free.
That term “almost” killed me. “Almost” meant we were everything but. “Almost” implied we could be something great, but never would, never did. “Almost” changed me.