It’s crazy because just a year ago, I used to be so in love with you. I loved you so much that I self-sabotaged any progress I made getting over you because the thought of never having feelings for you anymore hurt so damn much. You were my constant for a very long time that I didn’t realize keeping you around was more damaging than healing. And I kept questioning myself every night why I was never enough for you to love me or to stay or to even be my friend. Then I thought maybe I just wasn’t deserving of any kind of love. For the longest time, I thought that no one was capable of loving me and for a while, I let myself believe that as a fact. But eventually I woke up and I realized that I love me and it’s not my fault you didn’t, that you didn’t stay, that you couldn’t be my friend. So I continued to love myself and to grow out of my love for you and I realized that there are people out there who do care. There are people who’ll make time for me, who’ll be there when I need them, who’ll let me know I am loved and will always be loved. And I’ll never have to ask them to - beg them too, even. I am a force of nature, I am beautiful, I am so many things and I love me I love me I love me and I’m not even the tiniest bit sorry at all that you’re missing out.
