Maybe it was a mistake to let him go in the first place. But this person is not yours. He was never yours to begin with.
When all of this is over, when I can lie in bed without remembering that you once lay next to me, when I can drive past “our place” without recalling the times we cuddled, laughed and fell asleep in each others arms, when I can just get through a week without allowing my thoughts to wander towards your playful smile, your fuzzy head of dark hair and the way you furrow your brows as you read—then maybe, just maybe we can still be friends.
Leaving the comfort of home fundamentally changes a person.
Your most powerful weapon is imagination.
Knowing what is right for yourself is important so that you are not lost, wandering the world in confusion.
We all love love. Love can tear us down like nothing else in the world, but we still blindly chase after it without any rational thought.