I finally left you behind today. Sent my last message with a pleasant goodbye. A year later and I walked away with; more confidence than I ever had with you. A group of people that love me for who I am, and even though I have my weird quirks, they wouldn’t change anything about me given the chance. Another chance to start a new life somewhere else, where no one knows you, you as the guy that drove over a 1000km’s just to see me and steal me away. They all still ask about you.
But I am done mourning what could have been, you’ve long since moved on to the next “love of your life”. I only hope someone warned her of your insecurities, because I doubt she balances you out like I did. We were crazy and psychotic but with all the love in the world, none of it mattered in the end. I regret I carried you with me this long, when I should’ve let go after I realized I had lost you.
I’m starting anew and leaving it all behind, packed my bags, left every trace, and all I see in my rear view mirror is the memory of your face, as I am driving away.