When I close my eyes, I can still feel what I felt when you said you were done. When I close my eyes, I can still see you slipping through my fingers. When I close my eyes, I can still see you moving on with your life and falling in love with a new girl while I was alone in the dark.
Every night, I prayed for you to come back. I prayed to wake up with a good morning text from you. I prayed to turn around and see you sleeping next to me. I checked all the possible articles about ”How to get your ex back” because there were no other options—it was you or no one else. I made up all the possible scenarios in my head about you waiting for me in front of my house one Friday night and begging me to take you back, but every Friday night, the driveway was empty.
I spent months wishing for you to come back, to save me from what you caused. You were my past, present, and future. How was I supposed to build a new future without you in it? How was I supposed to meet someone new when you occupy all my dreams? Our chapter wasn’t done to me, but to you, it had been for a while. I had to conclude that we were done when I was flipping the pages and they were blank. The story of us was over, so I had to write my own book like you did.
Today, two years later, I want to say thank you for not coming back. Thank you for letting me move on from you. Thank you for giving me the strength to pick myself up alone. Thank you for allowing me to make new friends when our common friends were gone. Thank you for giving me the time to enroll in school. And thank you for giving me the chance to fall in love with someone who is worth it.