Today marks a year since I last saw you. Since our last goodbye. Since the last time I heard your voice. Since the time I tried to reach out to you but you said, and I quote, ‘You’re making it harder.’ You broke my heart twice in one week. That was my biggest fear getting into this relationship. And oh, did that hurt like a bitch. I read your new peoms every time you upload one and I think to myself if I should reach out to to you again, putting my heart at stake for the third time. But no. Knowing you, if I even did, it wouldn’t be any different than the first or second time. It’s been a year and I’m still sore. Why does it still hurt? Why won’t it just go away? I’m really tired of this heartache. And I don’t know how to heal it anymore. If you ever come across this, know that I don’t regret a single moment I spent with you. I don’t regret you and I happening. Because what you made me feel, was the best thing in the entire world, as much as it hurts now, I don’t regret it. And that’s how I know my love for you was real. And if given the chance, I would do it all over again. I don’t think of it as wasted love or a false dawn. You opened doors for me I never knew I had in me. That puts me at ease a little, knowing it wasn’t just in my head, but it really was you. And as much as you doubted it, I did love you. So much. And I meant it every time I said it. I hope you move on, and find someone, if that makes you happy. That’s all I want out of you; your happiness.
