Sometimes I still miss you. Sometimes it’s hard to look back and think about what could’ve been. It still hurts to see your face or hear your name or hear that song. I don’t know why things happen the way they do and I’ve wished for so long that I could change the past but what good does that do? The past is the past and our choices are our choices and even though it may still hurt like hell when people ask me about you, I try to smile from all the good memories and pretend like it doesn’t still feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. I’ll always love my very first love. But now I’ve learned that there’s something bigger out there for me that you just couldn’t be a part of. There’s always a place in my heart for you, you’re just not the one who owns it anymore and I’m finally okay with that.

I’m finally able to be in love with someone else.