I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to know that having my heart broken by you was a blessing in disguise from the start.
Having the chance to have my bleeding knees finally heal has felt amazing, and I no longer bend down for everyone because I’ve learned what happens when you do.
I understand now that I needed you to leave. I needed you to abandon me so I could learn that the sky isn’t always beautiful shades of light blue, but also the deepest shades of black.
Although you are gone, you are still here with me. You’re with me when the aches and pains return in the place where my heart used to beat. You’re with me when I close my eyes at night and see you staring back. You’re with me when your laugh won’t evade my mind, but all of this has made me stronger.
I find that with each passing day of pain and the recollection of you, I become stronger. The skin that has burnt under your touch has begun to heal. The wounds still open up, but now heal faster. I am stronger than I have ever been, and that’s why I don’t want to hear that you’re sorry for breaking my heart the way that you did.
I can’t say I enjoyed being hurt by you, but I was able to turn it into something positive, and I wouldn’t take any of it back.
Now, after this is said and done and time has passed, you will be nothing more than a few scars. When people ask how I got them, I’ll lie and say I don’t remember, but I’ll know that these scars made me who I am today.
So don’t feel too bad for breaking me because I’m a better woman now than when I first met you.