Can’t say I didn’t try, right? By the time I said goodbye to you, I didn’t have to say anything.
I have tried my hardest to pretend like you don’t always stay with me. I have tried to lie to myself for years that I don’t look for you in everyone else.
If someone doesn’t make the effort to value and understand you, they do not deserve you.
You can’t be capable of loving someone if you don’t love yourself. And maybe it was my mistake to think that you’d understand that.
Every day gets a little brighter, a little more hopeful. And every day I am reminded that what we had was love.
It takes work. But all the best things do.
That’s a dangerous thing, loving someone more than you are capable of loving yourself. That’s not really love at all.
And that is most the beautiful thing about living and growing and getting older and wiser, filling in the pieces to your own puzzle.