Progress.

Now you're just a memory and I think I am okay with that. It's funny how your face seems to be slowly fading from my mind. It's blurry now. But the impression you left on my heart is still so clear. You royally fucked me over and I knew you would. And the only thing I can do is accept what it is. Lessons learned. Love will no longer blind me from the truth.

"It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace."

You taught me that people are rarely what they seem. And to trust your gut because it's usually right. I will take this negative and flip it to positively help me grow. I hope you will or have grown too. Maybe I can be happy without you. I just can't let myself think too deeply of you, although you never leave my mind, because it just gets to be too much. I have to keep you distant in my thoughts. They must just be a glimpse, I must keep them that way until that's all you are. A glimpse of bittersweet.

The good was so fucking good with you. But the bad was so fucking bad too. I mourn what could have been with us. But it's not my fault that it didn't happen. I sometimes wonder if you wish you'd done things differently. I sometimes wonder if you'd wish you had of chose me.. I know that's a slim possibility though. I have to let my fantasies of you and the future you planned with me go. It's only eating me away to hold onto what could never stay.