I realize now that I did not have a good relationship with some bad parts, I had a bad relationship with some good parts.

The person I fell in love with did not exist. The times I reminisce on were the exception, and not the rule.

The love that I felt for her and the love that she felt for me were not the same. She loved me, I believe that, but in a different way. In the way that does not survive the test of time.

I did not learn anything from her that I could not have learned from a stranger. It was not special. She was not special. We were not special. We were together, and now we are not.

I feel less anger for her and more for myself - how could I have been willing to give so much to someone who regarded me so little?

Love is so very blind. I hope I never forget this feeling.

Be well, y’all. 🖤