Letting him go.
The very moment that I let him go was the exact moment that I appreciated the things I already have.
I decided I had to be strong enough for myself, I decided that just because you he didn’t love me anymore didn’t mean that I am unlovable, I decided that I could be whole without him. He hurt me, but I kept twisting the knife in my chest. I kept the pain alive and relevant, until I became so numb I decided enough was enough. I decided I needed to stop living this way, so that’s what I did.
I let him go completely and then I remembered what it felt like to be happy with someone else that was there for me from the very beginning. Someone that I don’t have to impress. Someone that love me with no strings attached.