A Letter to an Ex

You’ve told me that you’ve moved on.

That you’re in love.

But not with me.

And to never contact you again.

It broke my heart into the last pieces that were left. I picked it up after a while. Because I realised my own self worth.

I hate the fact that I still keep thinking of you.

Every single day.

I hate the fact that I still hope deep inside that through some cosmic interference we would be able to come together again and build from scratch.

I hate the fact that you walked out on me.

That you did not see my potential.

I hate the fact that every new relationship, every new partner I will compare with you and what we could have had. Consciously or unconsciously.

I hate the fact that you created this reality upon your own fear of being left alone by a man who walks off to marry the next one.

I hate that you had to pull me into this fear based manifestation of yours.

Because I never would have walked away.

In fact, I didn’t.

I held onto our potential as a couple far too long.