I no longer wake up dreading the day in front of me.
I wake up with no regrets. No resentment. I forgave you without receiving an apology.
Every step I walk, every breathe I take, I no longer carry you with each step, with each exhale.
A broken heart can not be fixed by those who have broken you.
You broke me.
I spent months pouring over you, over us, over what we could and should have been.
I fought for you for too long, for someone who did not deserve the tears that dampened my pillows every night. For someone who did not deserve the self-hate I developed.
With time I came to realize how different we were. Not that we couldn’t be together.
But that we loved differently.
I loved you with all of me, you only gave me a part of you.
One day you will come to terms with the fact that you left, you threw away something that wasn’t even broken, that could have been the best thing to ever happen to you.
And that’s okay. I don’t want you to have regret. Know that you leaving me was the best thing that ever happened to us. How can you love someone else if you don’t even love yourself?
You broke me. And I wanted you to fix me.
But in the end I realized I didn’t need you to save me. Only I could do that.