I fell in love with you– accidentally.
We were friends at first– hanging out often.
Then one day I developed a crush…
I saw love in the way you talked. We cracked jokes together. There was no pressure to be anything. Quiet as kept, I wanted to be with you. When asked about “us”, we denied it like there was no tomorrow.
And let’s be honest…that was probably for the best. We met at an odd timing in our lives.
And yet, loving you was fun, unpredictable, and taught me just how strong I was. Although we had a terrible falling out, I still revisit key parts of our friendship/situationship.
I trusted you when I didn’t trust anyone else. I was vulnerable when I didn’t know I could be. I was lost in a dishonest love.
Us not being an official “us”, and you breaking my heart, showed me just how resilient I could be. There were many–MANY— sleepless nights where I wondered why things had to be the way they were.
To the guy who broke my heart, thank you. Although it’s taken me a while to get here… I thank you for being at the receiving end of your heartache which created a visceral pain.
You showed me that sparkly things eventually dull.
You showed me that if I choose to be passive and not go after what I want, someone else will claim it to be there’s.
You softened my heart.
You prepared me for a love that was solely for me.
A love I wouldn’t have to share.