I don’t understand. I have ended things with him, after a year and a half, I have ended things. And I was happy but not in love. I have matured. I understand my responsibilities, my morals, my ethics and who I am. I ended things with him 3 months ago. And the first thing I thought of was you. It has been three years. Three years since I mustered up all the courage in the world, to go up to you for the first time. Three years since we had our first date, and you opened doors, pulled the chair out for me and a smile never left your face once- even while you opened up about your family. Three years since we walked around the park, just two teenagers falling in love. Three years since getting to the alley way promptly after school, 3:32, just to embrace each other after a long day. Three years since I would run to you and kiss you whenever I saw you. Three years since I gave you everything I had to give, all of me- was yours. And three years since you cheated, and three years since you found someone new. Why are you still with her baby? I’ve never loved anyone like I loved you. I’ve never experienced a love like ours since and I don’t think I will again. Wherever I go, whoever I meet, it always comes back to you. I just don’t understand why you don’t come back to me too?
Beside you is where I find this calmness. The serenity that my restless mind is longing for a long time…where all insecurities, doubts and unending questions perished.
It doesn’t matter how many times you fall.
What matters is how many times you get back up.
Fully commit to reinventing yourself.
Please, just stay!