Dear... You
I guess it had never really happened before. It wasn’t love, but I did love. He fizzled out and I cried. It would get so bad I would nearly throw up. It was only a few months but I put my life on pause for a version of him I knew would never arrive. We are all learning, and I don’t know how he felt. But it hurt.
I am continuing to move forward, but I can’t help but think about it all. That night under the stars, the photos I can’t delete of my camera. I bought us matching bracelets sitting in their packaging in my closet. I want this to happen again.
Things change. I don’t want to pine out of loneliness, I want to pine out of genuine love for another. I will be patient. Things are going to get better. Things are better. I feel better when I step into the sun, barefoot on the grass. I’m going to be just fine. When the time comes, I’ll fall. But I need to learn to love myself first. Keep going. I love you.