"And no matter how easy things could be if I did And no matter how guilty, I still feel saying it I wish I hated you"
2 years have passed and I am still grieving the loss of a relationship, a friendship, a person. I wish I hated you so I could move on.
But, I don't hate you.
I hate the situation.
I wish we could have worked out, I wish we didn't let other people become a part of our relationship. I wish we didn't end the way we did.
I'm still working on healing.
One of the hardest parts of grieving is sitting with myself. I have to face the uncomfortable truths about who I was in the relationship, what I needed, and what I had ignored. Over time, I've realized this wasn’t about blaming myself or the other person but about understanding how I could grow.
Two years later, I don’t look at my breakup as a failure. Instead, it’s a chapter in my life that taught me resilience, self-worth, and the importance of being true to myself. It’s okay to look back with a mix of emotions, but just don’t forget to look forward. There’s so much ahead.
