To be myself sometimes means to be by myself
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aremdaich
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How can I be with you, if I cannot be with myself?
Reflection on my ex.

To be myself sometimes means to be by myself

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.

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