When I think of us, my mind plays only our happiest memories. It’s like it wants to hurt me even more.
It’s hard to admit but you were everything I knew about love. It sounds so dramatic, I know, and it’s even scarier knowing how deeply I feel those words even now.
At first, I didn’t think of you as the love of my life. You were so silly trying to get my attention in such unnecessary ways.
I was slightly annoyed yet charmed by your spontaneity. We were both too honest from the start.
It wasn’t exactly the most romantic love but it was for sure a passionate one and soon, through you, I learned that passion isn’t always short-lived; sometimes from passion arises maturity, something I never would’ve guessed.
But that was the case with us. We would break up then make up, cry in desperation then laugh about it later.
Nothing in the world could stop us. Maybe we didn’t have the most perfect relationship ever but deep down, we knew we had found each other to heal each other in the most unusual ways.
That’s probably why we had so much respect for each other.
We played it cool until we couldn’t. Our scars intertwined like our hearts and our hands.
You started feeling like home to me and I started to feel like home to you. Strange how inseparable we became.
We let ourselves be wild, do anything, say anything. For the first time in so many years, I felt something and it was with you.
I felt how it is to be loved despite what I think about myself. I felt how it is to be accepted for who I am.
I learned how it feels when a person sees you and you only; to be madly in love.
Maybe I didn’t tell you as many times as I should have but you were the first person I let in after being hurt so badly, the first person to climb the walls I built around myself.
Our honesty bonded us so close together. We were crazy about each other. Not a day in our life was dull.
We were ecstatic, we were desperate, we were angry but never indifferent.
That’s how my heart got broken. Who knew that silence could be so lethal?
Who knew that the one who loved me so deeply would become nothing more than a stranger?
You stopped asking about my life and you couldn’t understand me anymore.
At first, I thought I was doing something wrong. I thought I did something that pushed you away.
I tried to change myself and that went against everything we said we would never do. Soon, despair came over me and I couldn’t deal anymore.
I felt alone and abandoned and I couldn’t take it; not while you were with me whereas in actuality, you were far gone.
My soul couldn’t take it. I was so angry at life for giving me something so perfect only to take it away so ruthlessly.
I started to realize that after healing our wounds, we became different people.
No man is the same when he’s in pain and when he’s not. Finally, we parted ways and something was gone forever that day.
Looking back at it, I still don’t regret anything. It’s just the way it was meant to be.
Sometimes people come into your life to show you everything you forgot about yourself—and then they sometimes leave.
Despite everything, I will never stop caring for you.
You will always be the first person my mind will go to when I hear a love song on my third glass of wine.
I will always love you. Hopefully, someday I will find comfort in our story.
Until then I wish you goodbye. The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.
We fell hard and we loved hard. And that’s how we ended too.
Sometimes love isn’t enough despite what they say. You and I are the living proof.