It’s been two weeks since you left.
It’s getting easier. Easier than it was the first few days. But that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt. Don’t get me wrong.
I still wish you the best. And I hope you find your happiness.
I held onto hope for the first couple weeks that maybe one day we could reunite in our future. But even now I’m starting to realize I wouldn’t ever truly want that for myself. I could never risk going through this pain again if you decided to leave me again when life got hard.
I realize for the first time that I’m not perfect and I made mistakes. That I still have unhealed trauma from my past to fix. So I too, can really love myself. Not the fake kind of love where I pretend I’m okay. The way I’ve only done it since I can remember. I’m talking about the real love for myself. Where the healing process hurts like hell. And I cry a lot. And might get mad at myself for how I’ve carried all this weight and pain inside for SO long.. but then I let it go. And I forgive myself. I really actually forgive myself for the past. I forgive those who’ve hurt me. I recognize my wrong doings in my past. And I let it go and move forward with new intentions and goals. I move forward with a new attitude on how I want to live my life. How I want to love people. How I want to treat my body. How I want to treat my mind. How I don’t take anything personally because my heart is so content. And then I will no longer attract people that I think I can fix. I don’t want to be a fixer. No one can sustain that lifestyle. I just want to find someone genuine. Who loves themselves whole heartedly. And is perfectly imperfect.
I know I will find my true happiness.
I just hope you do to. ❤️🩹