See, the thing is, he doesn’t know what he means to me.
He doesn’t know that every time I look into his eyes I don’t only see the most perfect shade of emerald, I see everything I’ll ever need and want from life.
He doesn’t know that whenever he kisses my nose, my forehead or the corner of my mouth a wave of the most amount of serenity that anyone could ever feel rests itself in my veins.
He doesn’t know that every time I pass a place we spent time together, even if it was for five minutes, I smile to myself back at the memory and that such a small moment means more to me than my heartbeat itself.
He doesn’t know that without him, every breath I would take, every time the sun would rise, every time I would open my eyes to another morning; it wouldn’t mean a thing.
Falling in love is one of the most amazing things in this world. But sweetie, it’s not necessary.
Don’t get me wrong, falling in love, finding a soulmate, spending your days with a significant other is truly a beautiful thing; but do not let it be the center of your world. Do not let it be your main mission in life.
You are a strong, beautiful person. You have so much potential, so much talent and kindness and generosity. Your heart is pure gold, and your mind is a beautiful maze. Get lost in it.
Invest in you. Spend time with yourself. Discover your soul.
Find soulmates in strangers, make new friends, gain new experiences.
Who knows? Maybe somewhere down the road, when you are at peace with yourself, and you are sipping coffee at the corner cafe, you just might meet the love of your life, and everything will be okay.
If that does not happen, then do not fret. There will be more beautiful, wonderful things to happen in your life. Just you wait.
Promise me one thing; do not lose sight of yourself while in pursuit of bigger and greater things. Because your body, mind and soul are the biggest and most remarkable things you will ever have in life, and you have to take care of that.
Getting to know him is a privilege I have not taken for granted. He’s so humble and I don’t think he even realizes how wonderful he is and how much everyone loves him for it. He’s soft and kind and just wants to help those around him. His heart shines through in everything he does if you look closely enough. And even though he broke my heart I know that’s the last thing he intended to do. I’m glad to know him besides.
If you still love me, never let me know. I can’t know, because if I did, then I’d never stop thinking about you — and it’s already hard enough to get over you. It’s hard to keep your name in my throat when all I want to do is talk about you. It’s hard to wake up in the morning and remind myself that you aren’t there anymore, that we’re not meant to be together.
You and I didn’t work out. It’s over. So don’t try to pull me back and break my heart a second time. I can’t get over you again. It was exhausting the first time. I’m still tired. I’m still healing.
If you care about me at all, don’t text me when you’re lonely, because it’s more than just a text. Don’t tell me that I look beautiful when we run into each other, because it’s more than just a compliment. Don’t comment on my social media posts, because it’s more than just a fleeting comment. It all means so much more, it all holds hope, and that hope is heavy. That hope is hurtful.
Don’t you dare tell me that you still love me, unless you mean that you love me enough to fix the problems we had in the past. Unless it means that you want to give our relationship another try. Unless it means that you’re going to put all of your effort into making us happy this time.
See, if your “I love you” just means that you miss me, or that you want to jump back into the same unhealthy relationship we once had, with no growth and no learning, then I don’t want to hear it. It won’t do anything. It’ll just sting. It will just reopen the wounds I’ve been trying to so hard to heal.
So don’t tell me you love me. Don’t tell me you care. Don’t tell me that hurting me was the biggest mistake you ever made. Let me think that you don’t want anything to do with me. That there’s no chance in hell that you’d take me back. Because it’s easier that way.
It’s easier to move on by telling myself it’s officially over – that you’re never going to step foot into my life again. It’s easier when I’m afraid to text you, because I think you won’t want to hear from me. It’s easier to lie to myself than to face the truth.
So, if you really love me, you’ll stay away. You’ll stay gone.