Happy

When I was 22 years old, I got my first “proper” boyfriend.

When I was 26 years old, I experienced my first “proper” heartache.

At 27 and a half years old, I realised; life has no “proper” timeline.

Ever since I was a young girl, and  first discovered Mills & Boon novels, I have been a hardcore romantic. I thought my life would follow the course of those Mills & Boons heroines, I thought I needed a partner to be happy and fulfilled.

Becoming single again, after four years of being a ‘couple’, has proven that is NOT to be the case.

Contrary to what I believed, I find myself happier than I can remember being in years. I find myself discovering new hobbies and pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I find myself becoming empowered, and learning not to settle for “just enough” or waiting “until the right one comes along”.

I find myself realising that I need to be happy with myself and my life as it is first, and not worry about finding someone to spend it with.

I find myself hopeful.

Dear Ex

It’s been a while since we last talked…How are you doing?

I’ve been doing some thinking, and have something I’ve been wanting to say.

It wasn’t your fault we broke up. It was mine, too.

I’m sorry for not supporting you more.

I’m sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about some things.

I’m sorry for hurting you.

I’m sorry for not realizing what we had when we had it.

I miss you.

I’m thankful that you were in my life.

Thankful for the memories.

Thankful for your love.

Thankful for the laughter.

Thankful for the experiences.

Thank you.

It’s been awhile… And I hear you’re dating someone new.

I hope you are happy.

I hope she appreciates you.

I hope she makes you laugh.

I hope she loves you with as much love as you give out to others.

I’m hopeful that we can meet again as friends.