You didn’t lose me over night, over a silly fight. You lost me over time, a little by little, every time you made me cry.

No, you didn’t lose me the first time you broke my heart, or the last. You only lost me when you never cared that I stay or go.

No, you didn’t lose me to a guy who was waiting for a chance, you lost me to myself. And thank you for that. I found myself without you when you let me go and never looked back.

Thank you for not coming back, thank you for letting me cry myself to sleep, thank you for letting me experience the world so alone. Hadn’t you left, I couldn’t have appreciated the love I have today.

No, meeting him wasn’t a fairytale that just happened. And when I first met him, I didn’t realize he’d eventually have all of me.

But in him, I saw the effort, sincerity, and love I had yearned for so long. When I met him, I was on the verge of starting meds for my mental health because that was what was recommended as the next step. But then he took away so much of my pain, even holding me through it. In him, I found hope.

I’m not sure how far this will go or if it will last two weeks, but I know I haven’t felt this safe in a long time. My heart is happier with him.