He who shall not be named.
The other day I heard someone say,“Love yourself first and everything else falls into place on its own.“
Truer words have never been said. But my past self wouldn’t have believed it. Thanks to you, I got myself an upgrade. The old me wasn’t someone I was proud of. She was a dumb, insecure and needy girl.
You changed her completely. You made her realise what life was all about.
You made her realise that some things are meant to be learned the hard way.
She thought of you as her favourite novel, which left a lingering effect months after its completion but it turned out she chose a novel with a haunting melancholic ending.
You knew exactly what to say when to say and how to say it. You had a way with your words, it was infatuating. When she was down the little smile you brought to her face made her fall head over heels for you.
Everything was going just fine until you started showing mixed signals. And when you left, she hated herself for not being wanted by you. You weren’t a bad guy. You and I just weren’t perfect for each other.
Days passed, months passed. Somehow over the course of time, the dumbhead finally realised what she was doing to herself.
She finally realised the way to piece herself back together was not through your love or anyone else’s love for that matter but through her own.
So he who shall not be named, thank you for breaking me. I would never have learned to love myself if not for you. You’ll always have a special place in my heart for that reason and many more.
After all, you were the Richard Burke to my Monica Geller. I would gladly wait for my Chandler Bing. (Winky face emoji)
The girl you met in class.