Getting to know you was one of the highlights of my life. And losing you was a pain that I’d never survive twice. Raw and messy and honest and hard. Real and vulnerable and tough on the heart .
Even though you knew how I loved you, it wasn’t enough. Too real, too raw, too honest, too much. That other girl probably thinks that she won. And that’s fine with me now, I won’t come undone.
Let her have your faults and your secrets and more. Let her know she’s better than that girl from before. Every time you say it, you just might start to believe it’s true. Nobody has to know that you wonder about me too.