Alexe Fortier

Every time someone leaves, life replaces them.

Take the time to grieve.

After all of this, I don’t hate you, not even the slightest.

When you begin to date someone new, you’re already anticipating the ending, the ghosting, the “it’s not you, it’s me.” You can’t even enjoy the first stage of dating because you don’t want to get attached. 

Thank you for everything, because now I see your rejection as a redirection. 

I was missing the love, the affection, and the tenderness.

You broke up with me. You ripped my heart from my chest and shred it in millions of pieces.

You will be happy again. You will smile again and you will love again.

To whoever is reading this and thinks they will love him forever, you won’t.

I quietly laid down next to him, and he held me tightly. I was cold and uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to let go because I knew it would be the last time.

My boyfriend, his friends, you and our friends became one big group and spent all of our time together. It was the best summer of my life so far. 

When you broke up with me, thinking about being with someone else made me sick, but now I’m open to the idea of dating someone new and finally feel what it’s like to be someone’s first choice.