Shit happens, feelings change, and people stop wanting things the way that they used to.
I’ve learned that you can’t force someone to feel a certain way and that if they decide to let go, then let them. Its their decision. Not mine.
It doesn’t matter how badly I wanted things to work out or how good things could’ve been. There’s no point in holding on to all that because reality is, things didn’t work out and there will be no going back this time.
I’ve learned to take the time to realize that losing him wasn’t the end of the world, nor will it ever be. I’m still alive and I’m here without him.
I’ve learned to let go of what will never be because I don’t need to put myself through that kind of pain.
I’m making progress, and I couldn’t be more proud of myself for it.