I’m finally over him…
I never thought it’d happen, but right now I can’t stop smiling as I type this, and for the first time in a long time I want to cry tears of joy. For the past year and 9 months he had my heart and didn’t care, I constantly tried to convince myself I was over him, and he came and went as he pleased. But no more. For the first time since I met him, he texted me and I ignored it with absolutely no desire to respond to him. I now realize that healing takes time. A lot of time. Sometimes you just feel like you’ll never be happy again, and you try to pretend like you’re okay when you’re not. But I PROMISE to any girl that is reading this… time will heal your wounds, and sometimes you just have to wait a little bit longer to realize it. I had to live practically half alive just hoping for SOMETHING more from him, but after helping a close friend with a harsh breakup, my advice started to sink in, and something in me began to change as I told him to “Just be happy.” Okay. Listening to myself kind of just made me realize that I wasn’t happy, but more importantly that I deserved to be happy. Love isn’t supposed to be complicated, and maybe when it is you’re supposed to learn from it, so never forget a breakup, it CHANGES you for the better because you will always have the scars, but don’t mind, because just like the wounds eventually heal, the scars will eventually fade.
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