Fuck you for thinking otherwise. The word fuck is my favorite, honestly
It turned out, nothing was the best thing you could ever give. The nothing inside me created enough space for something to grow — love. But this time, it’s the love for myself; for who I was, who I am, and who I can become.
It is because you couldn’t love me, I decided to pour all the overflowing love in my veins into loving myself.
Thank you for leaving me shattered, because you made me fix my own self. Thank you for not loving me the same way, because I have to love myself instead.
Thank you for staying quiet when I asked, “Do you even love me anymore?” Thank you for not giving us another chance. Thank you for going back to your ex, weeks after we ended, because I needed to feel that low.
Thank you for teaching me not to waste the little moments.
Thank you for having the patience of a saint when dealing with our mood swings.
Through the destruction, I found this clarity. This love and respect for the person I am.
You just fit in, like the missing jigsaw piece to my life and I knew that no matter what happens now, you’ll always be here because it wouldn’t be right without you.
Thank you for teaching me the value of being alone.