He Finally Confessed After 8 Years, and I Knew I Was Alone Again.
I still remember the pain.
And the song we used to play.
I try to forget. Sometimes I do.
Until a familiar scent…
A familiar scene…
Brings me back to him like a ghost that refuses to leave.
It’s exhausting.
Carrying love with no place to put it.
Holding onto memories that no longer have a home.
Waking up every morning, hoping it will hurt just a little less than the day before.
It made me question everything.
Was it because of something I did?
Was it my fault?
Did he truly love me?
I’m not sure.
But all I know is that I’m paralyzed…
“You deserve better than that cheater” my friends said.
And I know they are right.
But I can’t help it…
I can’t help feeling like a piece of me got left behind with him.
I can’t recognize myself without the version of me that loved him.
But my friends keep telling me that this is a sign that I’m only becoming.
So please, I beg you to keep on reading this.
Because there's an amazing person I want to make sure you don’t truly miss meeting today.
A person who will discover my blessings and be full of vigor, inspiring resilience, and have absolutely astonishing reflections of our heavenly Father.
I’ve never been so honored to meet someone.
Hello, beautiful, beautiful, you.