It’s crazy how easily I break when memories of you resurface.
Even though I know that the way you spoke to me and treated me made me self destruct towards the end.
Today, I was searching through some boxes of things to take with me to my new home and bumped into a life size piece of paper that had a poem that ‘S’ wrote me in our 1st year of dating.
To read those words he wrote, to read how he felt about me and saw me was devastating because that wasn’t how he spoke to me & treated me towards the end.
How is it that those feelings and treatments change even when we spoke of the future, even when the things he once loved about me became what he wanted to change and once he succeeded he said it was time to part ways.
This won’t be how my story ends, but how it hurts to be the one start over and have to take the time to heal when someone breaks you.
My Lifestate 