We broke up, and all I want to do is thank you.
I'm grateful that you broke up with me even though it was the last thing I expected. Even if on a day before the breakup, you told me you loved me. You gave me no signs and no warnings. Maybe you did, but I might have missed them. If I didn't have trust issues before, I definitely have them now.
Whatever...
Thank you for breaking up with me even though we felt so unfinished. There were more books for us to read aloud to each other in bed, more nights of drinking wine and talking about the revolution, and more trips for us to go and enjoy.
Thank you for breaking up with me even when you made me feel like I wasn't enough. Actually, I felt like I was "too much"... too intense, too passionate, too challenging. You used to like the way I said what was on my mind. You liked how honest and upfront I was. I like that about myself as well. However, after you broke up with me, I couldn't help but wonder if the same thing that attracted you to me was the same thing that pushed you away. Then I realized it probably was. I also realized another thing, there's no better sign of incompatibility than one person not truly seeing or wanting the other for who they really are. So, if that's how you feel, I don't want you either.
Thank you for breaking up with me because after being shocked by your rejection, I survived. I thought of all the times I'd been rejected over the months, and I came to realize that, there will be people who want me, and I have no zero interest in them. I've learned that it's not only about being wanted but it's about being wanted by the right person. And though I wanted you to want me, you proved to me that you were all wrong for me anyway.
I'm finally free...
The heartbreak didn't cut you enough, but my heart bled enough for the two of us. You never felt it because I couldn't get beneath your skin. Even though I tried and tried, you would never have let me in and that's okay because today I'm forgiving myself for loving you and becoming free body, heart, and soul.
I'm glad that my heart broke...
For in those shattered pieces, I found the strength to rebuild and rediscover myself. The pain and tears ignited and pushed me to rise from the ashes of heartache and embrace the power that lay within the wounded me. I found the kind of healing that's possible for something that has been broken before. With each scar, my heart grew wiser and more compassionate.
I'm grateful for my heartbreak...
It led me on a journey of self-discovery and growth. It gifted me with resilience and compassion. Now, I stand tall with a heart that has been broken and has been healed, wholeheartedly.
I'm blessed...
- t.da -