If you feel guilty (though I highly doubt you do), don’t be, because you actually taught me a lot by leaving and ghosting, and knowledge is priceless.
Dreams are wonderful, but there is a difference between being a dreamer and realist.
When I think about her being in your bed, I wish I could be her, because I miss everything about you. I miss your gentle, yet eager kisses, your strong arms around my body, your deep and resonating voice, your reassuring and calming words. I just miss you.
Not everyone who breaks us are terrible people, but there are more important people out there who love us, make us happy, and treasure us; family and friends, those who love us for who we are, those who would be there for us at our worst, and those who would hold our hair back after a rough night of drinks.
Reading opens your eyes and mind to new experiences and new thoughts. Writing helps in your self-reflection to become a better and more well-rounded person. Enough said.
I’m supposed to be able to do things that make me happy, that feed my soul. I’m supposed to fly free, to fly in all directions, to fly without any boundaries.
You taught me to hope. You taught me to ‘hope for the best, and prepare for the worst’. You taught me what true freedom meant and is. You taught me what love feels like.
I’m letting you go because I want to love myself, and I can’t do that if I put you above me.