It’s taken me awhile, but I’m finally ready to move on.

I’m finally ready to forgive myself and forgive you.

I’ve never felt so much pain in my entire life until I fell in love with you.

I gave myself all the way to you and loved you more than I’ve ever loved anything, but it wasn’t enough for you.

I kept giving, even though I had nothing left to give.

You didn’t give me anything, but false hope and rage. Rage I never even knew I could have.

I offered you peace and a better life and you gave me destruction.

I was the perfect target.

I was a fool.

Love does that, sometimes.

When you really love someone, you try to find the hidden angel buried within a demon.

Even if it doesn’t exist.

You broke me to the point where I didn’t know if I could ever be repaired and you left my world shattered.

But I forgive you and I thank you for that.

Because of you, I was forced to face my fears, grow, learn and come out a stronger person.

I forgive you because I deserve to be free from that and I refuse to let what you did to me, stop me from fully loving and receiving love.

I forgive you.