I saw her today - my ex, holding hands with another man. I remembered she's my ex for a reason.
The sex was great, her soul too. We clicked on so many levels. But I dirtied the shrine of our bond.
The drugs I abused, the other women I touched. I couldn't stand you because you loved me so purely; me - such a piece of shit.
How can I be with you, if I couldn't be with myself? You deserved better. So I cut us out. Looking back, I cut myself free from something I didn't want.
We hold no grudges, the pain made us both better. I went my way, pursuing things you didn't want. You went your way, pursuing things I didn't want.
Today, I look around my room: my boxing gloves, my finished degree, heaps of books, written stories, and paintings, cycling gear and discipline that made me reflect on who I was and change it. I'm less of a piece of shit.
I saw her today - my ex, holding hands with another man. I wished her good, I wished he's the right for her.
Thanks for the growth, time and love you gave me. I know I left you with some goods too. But now, I must get on with my mission. You're out of my life.
Keep struggling upwards my friends. It's worthy.