I finally understand…
Why you weren’t as excited as I was with moving in together;
Why you weren’t as happy as I was to spend silent day just the two of us, escaping from the world;
Why you didn’t show me to the world as your girl while I talked about how great you were to people…
I finally understand.
For me, you are my second love. Real love-love. The first person who could make me feel that ‘in love’ - after my first love. Whom I would’ve given the world to if I could. You were very special to me. Irreplaceable. You were the only one I wanted.
But for you, I am just another partner, another part of your patterns. Just another ex, who’s not as great as your other exes / girls; according to you.
It hurts and it’s hard to acknowledge this. But it’s also a relief. I finally realize how I’m way better off without you. And how it’s always been a pattern.
Don’t get me wrong. I still think you’re an amazing person. But you just can’t be grateful of anything.
I will not forget you and I can’t hate you.
I can only hate the way you treated me and didn’t appreciate me. And I hate the fact that your attitude is upside down from your skills and knowledge.
I realize how I loved you so much but I wasn’t happy being with you. Cause I love people. I’m very emphatic and caring. And you’re just mean and careless.
Having family problems doesn’t make you have the rights to hurt other people, to break hearts, and to be very destructive towards lives; and blame it on the family history. People have family problems too.
Well I’m glad I finally accept all this.
Thank you for finally letting me free. I am more calm. I am happier. More productive. Less tears. Less cries. Less anxiety attacks.
I really really hope you’ll find that one snap that makes you wake up from your pattern.
My snap was you.
