The end of a relationship is always a sad thing. Maybe it’s sad for both sides, maybe it’s only sad for one side. Maybe we’re good at hiding our sadness, maybe we’re good at pretending we’re alright. But someone’s always sad.
When he left, I was devastated. I was torn. I loved him so much. Still do. It’s been less than a week since he walked away, and I am still picking up the pieces. He was my first love. My first kiss. My first real relationship. But then he left, and he made it look so easy. I didn’t see it coming, I really did think he loved me more than this, but apparently he didn’t, so guess who’s left to clean up the mess?
But I won’t be bitter about it. Not for too long, anyway. It’s only been a short while and the wounds are still so fresh, my heart is still torn and beating weakly, glistening with the open sores you decided to gift me with. You’re still everywhere I look, everywhere I go, every time I close my eyes, I see you. Your words, your promises still echo in my head. The way you left still burns. Sometimes I feel like I won’t be able to make it, sometimes I feel like I’m better off without you, but all the time, I miss you. I miss you. I don’t even know why. You don’t miss me.
But I refuse to let you kill my spirit. I will come out of this stronger than ever. I will never be the same again, but I’ll learn from my mistakes. The only thing I really regret is not leaving you first. If I had a chance to do it over, I would have dumped you on your ass first. But I could never hurt you the way you hurt me.
But never mind. We had our time together. It was beautiful, magical while it lasted. You left. You gave up. You turned your back on me. I only hope you’re happy now.
I can’t wait for the day I lay this to rest for good.
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