I was Wrong

I thought that losing you is equivalent to losing myself. I was wrong, real wrong.

I thought that you were my life, that without you, it would be harder to breathe, harder to see, harder to feel, and definitely harder to love. I was wrong, real wrong.

I thought you were everything to me, my sun, my moon, my light, my air, my water, my everything. I was wrong, real wrong.

The day I decided to let you go was the day I started to realize who I really was, am, and will be. That me was never with you. That me was never for you. That me was always me, not you. That same day I decided to let go of my feelings was the day I started loving myself. Now here I am, stronger than before. Even stronger without you.

Happy and free, less of you.

Thank you for leaving me.

I hope this time I’m right because I was tired of whispering to myself again and again for a lot of times that “I was wrong, real wrong.”