I cried myself to sleep last night. Spent hours cribbing about my ill fate. Ego crushed to bits with just one message, “It’s over” but was it really over for me? I read that message hundreds of times through the night, memories flashing every second. What was I going to tell the world?
He left me… how can I say that, I’ll be an object of pity? I’ll just lie… I left him! But then they’ll call me unfaithful, no! Yea, the best line I’ve heard recently, “Love left us”… sounds so poetic also, done!
By morning I was armed with a plan and waiting for action but just then my phone beeped, a text from him read, “Sorry babe, it wasn’t for you”. I smiled my widest but then it struck me, who was it meant for? The answer wasn’t necessary, because in that nanosecond it had occurred to me that my happiness depended on someone else’s feelings for me. Is that even acceptable?
I got the answer loud and clear, NO! Then I fell in love this morning, not with that man I thought I loved… I fell in love with me. But safe this time, for I’ll catch myself!