On Losing You
Thank you for breaking my heart.
Thank you for letting me love you with no intention of ever fully loving me as much in return. I’d like to think you did as much as you could, though. But, that’s not why we love, is it? To have our expectations met?
Thank you for not fighting for us. It showed me that you thought love should be way too simple, when in fact it’s not always — you have to work at it. It’s a verb. One I still believe in, and will fight for when others won’t. Love will always conquer all things.
Thank you for telling me I was “pretty damn close” to being the one, but I just didn’t make the cut. I learned we can have a lot of “the ones” in life, but we always have to choose ourselves first.
Thank you for breaking me open in such a way so only I could heal myself with my own love after you left — the kind of self-love and acceptance every person deserves to feel.
Thank you for being so very cold the night I showed up out of the blue, tear-stained cheeks, and told you she was leaving him. It showed me what I thought we had was no longer there — your heart an empty shell, a new home I’d have to find.
Thank you for showing me that home has been in me all along. You were just a stop along the way there — a light guiding me back to myself, the part of me I lost in the darkness I encountered with you.
Thank you for showing me that people can be magical, even if what we share with them burns out like the stars do — we’re all made of the same stuff, after all.
Thank you for showing me that no one has the power to make you feel insignificant or unworthy of love, unless you let them.