I know I was the one who broke up with him. But I did it because I thought that we would never see the light together.
He didn't fight nor argued with the ending of our relationship. He just simply agreed.
So I asked him if he was happy about it, he said: "I'm not entirely happy about it, but I don't want to be growing wings."
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Meaning I know I can't get you back, so I'm not hoping to grow wings, because that's impossible."
"Well then... just let me know if they ever grow. Come and get me cause I want to feel the feelings of freedom and flying, with you preferably," is what I should of said.
Instead I said, "Oh."
I should of made it clear that he was the one I still long for.
Now I regret it.
Secretly with sadness, I cheer on his new relationship with a classmate of ours.
The thing is... they started dating July 29, 2016. We started dating July 28, 2014.
I hope she doesn't make the same mistake I did.
I hope he's happy with her.
I hope he's willing to grow wings for her.