I came across a poem that wrote months back in bed with someone that I was so deeply enamored by. The poem was about how I think my heart was about the be shattered. The very next day, it WAS shattered. My intuition was spot on. As I read over the poem, I felt no sadness. I only felt relief that this isn’t my life anymore, happiness at where my life is at now, and hope for my still bright future. I’m glad my heartbreak is relatively through, but I am also glad I experienced it because it shaped who I am and made stronger. As cliche as that sounds, it is 100% the truth.
I almost wanna post the poem as a final form of closure. But I think I’ll keep it to myself. Or burn it. Whichever 😉