I hung out with one of my exes the other day. The ex I thought I'd never get over. She has spiralled into a crazy reckless lifestyle. I still love her (albeit no longer in a romantic way), but I don't want anything to do with her. I'm concerned about her wellbeing, but at the same time, the directions we've taken has taught me that her path is toxic to what I hope to achieve in life. After my most recent breakup, I've realized I can get over any disappointment in my romantic life. I love all of the women I've grown attachments to, but I love myself more. I'll never prioritize the love I have for myself after someone else ever again.










