Just ended my almost 2 years relationship, I never thought this day would come. When he found me at the least expected timing, we fell in love and I thought it would last forever. The biggest lie I tell is, we are going to work things out after every argument. However, it is time. This is my subtle resignation to our downfall, that there’s no further argument to make, no angle left to take, and no heart-breaking moments. This is me knowing that we don’t get a do-over. I cannot rewind history nor I want to. Acknowledging that we are not meant for each other can be really hurtful, but this is me letting myself go. And honestly, despite all the tears, choosing to love you anyways might be one of the best choices I ever decide to make.
I will be fine and happy birthday to myself.
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