Moments that made me stronger.

I didn’t realize how much I loved him until he was standing there and he wasn’t mine anymore. This sucked, it was a punch from hell. The agony it brought me, sleepless nights, tear stained pillows. Everything was just plain black and white, and to what do I owe all this? Pride? The ever living, undying, life fucking pride. Everyone has it, certainly I was not an exception. At that time, I was just it’s flavor of the month.

And yet once again I have made it through. Another broken heart, another torn relationship, another wasted time, another lesson learned. After weeks of prayers, and painful moments, it led me to the realization that if what I thought I had with him was worth all the pain, how much more happiness would I feel if I sacrificed all of that for someone who won’t walk away and give up just like that.