A lover. Let's look up the meaning behind the word 'lover'. Here it is: a person who is in love with another or a devotee of something. We are both of those things. Or better said, were both of those things.
I used to think that we were yin and yang, two opposite forces that are actually interconnected with each other. But I was wrong. Oh God, I was so wrong. We are a storm, like I said once before. We are the heavy rain, the thunder and the strong wind.
"I'll trade your broken wings for mine. I've seen your scars and kissed your crime" these lyrics from Beyoncé here song 'All Night' describe me. They describe us. I would have given my heart in return for your broken heart, so that you could be happy. I would have given everything to you. I've seen every pretty and ugly thing about you, but I had stayed. I used to give you all of me. And there is the problem, you wouldn't return as much. That broke us.
I don't want to say that you broke us, no, we broke us. I gave too much and you gave too little. You didn't see what I was worth. Afterwards you realized what our relationship was worth and how much I meant to you. But I can't wait anymore.
You can't understand how HAPPY I am that I realized that you lost something. I didn't lose anything, I actually gained something. I gained self-confidence and understanding about myself. Because of all your fuck-ups, my hours of thinking and realizing things I finally understood that you aren't worth my time. You aren't worth my love.
From our first date to the last time we spoke to each other, I was madly in love with you. I was infatuated with you, everything about you. I loved running my fingers through your hair. I loved that we wore both pranksters. I love that I could tell you everything. I loved touching you. I loved listening to the secrets you never told anyone. I loved that you trusted me. I loved... I loved you.
Yes, you went through really hard times and I tried helping you through them, but you couldn't cope. You didn't want to talk, sometimes. You went on it in your own way. Evertone has their ways of coping, and yours was to shut me out at the end. Even though you hurt me, I forgive you. I forgive you because you are much more of a sweet person than the asshole that you sometimes are.
I hope that you get better and that you realize that you don't have to do things that you are doing. I hope that you find a healthy way of coping. I hope that you find a girl that will captivate your heart. I hope that you will treat her like the queen that she is. I hope that you realize the dreams that you had before everything. I do genuinely hope that you become, happy and at peace with yourself.
I just have one more message for you:
I will always have a place for you in my heart. Good luck, my former lover.