"This is a very long goodbye. This is how love dies... Very slowly and never all at once.
This is my 2018."
I just found my diary again. This was my last entry, a month before we broke up. A stark reminder of how bad it really was and how much I wanted to get out even if I fought it when the moment was there.
This is my 2018. Getting over losing a part of myself of the past 5 years. Getting over him having a new relationship already. Getting over him cutting me out of his life. But also finding myself in a new city, a new country, new people. Finding myself in my own new apartment, in doing whatever the hell I want. Finding myself in my passions, in my love for what surrounds me. Finding myself in the little things like favorite tea mugs and carrot cakes with friends. Finding myself after losing myself in an us. This is how love dies... Very slowly and never all at once. This is how love wins... when you're smiling to yourself in the mirror again.