It took me:
seven months
72 sleepless nights
moving away
Trying to love someone else
74,730 words in an unread manuscript
301 replays of the same playlist
2 bottles of Essie Soul Mate nail polish
7 dozen Tim Horton’s vanilla dipped donuts
Mentally disabling myself
Being tied in knots
Hating you
Mourning you
Emotionally shutting myself down
Punishing my soul
Being consumed by fear
Burning Madame Bovary
Just so that I could figure out, that happiness is not caring if I will ever see you again. Finally after all this time I can let go...
seven months
72 sleepless nights
moving away
Trying to love someone else
74,730 words in an unread manuscript
301 replays of the same playlist
2 bottles of Essie Soul Mate nail polish
7 dozen Tim Horton’s vanilla dipped donuts
Mentally disabling myself
Being tied in knots
Hating you
Mourning you
Emotionally shutting myself down
Punishing my soul
Being consumed by fear
Burning Madame Bovary
Just so that I could figure out, that happiness is not caring if I will ever see you again. Finally after all this time I can let go...
I thought for the
longest time that there wouldn't ever come a point where I could just walk away
and seriously not care anymore but it has. It's interesting to think that when
we love something so hard it will never lose its meaning, it didn't have to.
The time spent and memories made will never lose its importance but I think I
made you out to be something you weren't....good for me. Thank you for making
me work so hard, and hurting me so very deeply because without that I wouldn't
have the motivation to never put myself in that position again, and to never
lose myself in someone else’s opinion of me.
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