This Is Me Choosing To Believe The Best Is Yet To Come
By Thoughtis
I packed my bags and went away as far as I could go. I went to a place where the both of us had never been to. I thought that being somewhere new, where nothing could remind me of you, would make me get over you. Yet the memory of you kept haunting me, and with every new place I went, I kept remembering you.
I thought that if I deleted all your photos and videos, I would start forgetting about you, but the image of you kept popping into my mind all the time anyway. I thought that if I stopped talking about you, then you would little by little fade away. They told me that it gets easier over time, so I waited and waited, but it never did.
It was so hard for me to get over you because I never thought I could find anyone like you. I felt that I could never love anyone as much as I loved you. I thought that I would never find anyone that could love me the same way you did. But I eventually realized that I would never get the chance to know if I could ever find someone like you or even someone who’s better for me than you and who I could love and be loved by unless I let you go.
I realized that I haven’t been thinking of what could be out there for me but you. I forget to see that other people could love me so beautifully as well, but I just was so hung up on the way you did it that I didn’t pay attention to anyone else.
I thought that our story was the best one out there, but there were so many beautiful stories in this world, I was just so doused by ours that I felt like that was it—I wouldn’t be able to find anything more beautiful.
So this is me trying. This is me trying to let you go to see what’s out there waiting for me. This is me starting to believe that the best is yet to come. This is me looking forward to what my future holds and believing that it might be better than my past. This is me looking forward for the very first time in so long and deciding not to look backward.