6 years later, 6 years later and I finally realised that getting over you has made me question how much do I really love myself? How much do I really love myself? Do I actually love him more than I love myself? How could I? He’s been married twice since and is a father of two! But that doesn’t seem to bother me. 

It doesn’t bother me because I don’t sit around waiting and praying for you to come back to me. I’m actually really happy to see you all happy, chubby and settled down. 

You see, these thoughts and feelings about you hits when I least expect it. Like this one time, probably about 3 years ago, I was in bed with a guy I was dating at the time, we were fast asleep and I was dreaming of you. The dream seemed like it was you and me during the happiest days of our days together. When we would go to the dog park, walk and talk about our future dog, Milo. I swear that I feel in love with you everyday and when I close my eyes today, can I still feel that exact same warmth.