I was missing the love, the affection, and the tenderness.
You broke up with me. You ripped my heart from my chest and shred it in millions of pieces.
You will be happy again. You will smile again and you will love again.
To whoever is reading this and thinks they will love him forever, you won’t.
I quietly laid down next to him, and he held me tightly. I was cold and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to let go because I knew it would be the last time.
My boyfriend, his friends, you and our friends became one big group and spent all of our time together. It was the best summer of my life so far.
When you broke up with me, thinking about being with someone else made me sick, but now I’m open to the idea of dating someone new and finally feel what it’s like to be someone’s first choice.
Yesterday was my birthday—my first birthday after our breakup.
I’m not over the man that showed me what being loved meant.