I finally took your picture off the shelf today. I removed the key chains you had given me. That sweatshirt that matches the one you have, hangs in my closet, mocking me. The candles and so many other things that once made me gladly think of you, now serve as dark, ugly reminders of what I lost.
The ache in my heart continues. The crack you left still struggling to heal, deeper than I first thought.
You promised you’d always be there, but you walked away, leaving me alone. You swore you’d never give up on me, but you did.
You gave up on me.
You rejected me.
You made it look painless and I was left confused, drowning in questions. I gasped for air and found myself lost without you. Sinking. The water choking me and freezing my insides.
Life threw one thing at me after another. My first thought was to reach out to you. It’s what I’d always done. You were always there.
But no more.
Now, you’re just another faceless friend on social media. It seems you don’t miss me at all.
Your life is better without me in it. That is what you decided. Then, you turned and walked away. You left me here. Alone.
I waited and I hoped.
Hope died as I admitted that we were through.
We weren’t worth fighting for.
I wasn’t worth fighting for.
You took a piece of me that day when you walked away. I loved you. I still love you. I’m not angry. The hurt still survives, though. The ache is so deep at times. A pain that I never thought I’d feel. Not from you.
You left me broken. I’m still on my knees, trying to pick up the shattered pieces. I’m still broken, taping myself back together.
I think about you every day.
Your actions have changed how I view the world. How I see people. Will I ever be able to trust anyone with my heart again?
Why would anyone else want me if you didn’t?
