Someone asked if I still love my ex.
Yeah I love her. She's amazing. She's got a brilliant mind.
I was young & stupid. I was a selfish college kid who didn't know what I wanted. There was so much going on with me then that I ended up neglecting & hurting her.
When we ended I was super devastated for so long. It took me years to wrap my head around everything that's happened between us.
What clicked for me was when I saw - and BELIEVED - she was finally happy again. I mean I'd like think we were great for each other but we had our flaws (mostly me). Obviously nobody's perfect & I know that, and she knows that... but I think she's found someone that's actually quite perfect for her.
I couldn't love her right & if she's found someone who loves her exactly the way she wants to be loved, who won't hurt her? Then both our prayers have been answered.
So yeah I love her. She's my person. But maybe I'm not hers and that's okay.
That's a bit cheesy isn't it?













