Today, I found a love note that my ex wrote to me on my birthday. He was the first person I ever loved. I guess I did not have the heart to throw it out along with my the stuff he gave me.
Reading it again, it felt like any other note people would write me; it just wasn’t special anymore. Before reading it, I got a bit nervous, and thought I was going to spiral. I used to cherish it and token his words as gospel. Now, it’s like meh 🫤. It wasn’t anything special and tbh it was generic. It’s in the trash and hopefully, I never see anything that f his again.
It made me realize just how little he had to do to make me fall in love with him. But also, it made me realize how low my standards were at the time.
I hope I never become like this ever again. I guess this is what healing feels and looks like.
I'm so proud of you ❤️