Ashlee Valentin

Maybe you would teach me your patience and I would teach you poetry and maybe we could last forever, but I’ll never know. 

Thank you for breaking my heart, because I’ll be prepared next time. 

I want nothing more than to fix the pieces you broke, forget the damage you caused, and to start all over.

You are the human embodiment of the word “hate” because I hate you for making me so miserable in my own skin when I know I deserve so much better than you. 

I hate thinking that all that time and effort was nothing but favors to you. 

I wish that you could’ve been my “happily ever after”, my end, my everything. 

It’s unfortunate that you’re no longer the best thing in my life. You’re just 382 photos on my phone that I can’t get myself to delete. 

We oftentimes let our broken hearts and those who broke our hearts define how we live life.

I am in love and I want marriage, but marriage oftentimes seems so frightening.

Maybe this is selfish of me.

Truth is, I forgive you.

The pain you make me feel is akin to the breaking of all my bones and I can’t find it in myself to say I love you any less because it is not true. 

Love is that one mystery in life that I need, that interests me

I imagine this is what it is to have a soulmate and I wish to spend the rest of my life seeing you smile.

It was easy to love you and it was easy to let you in, but you were hard to let go of and to forget about.

It was subtle. It happened slowly like an hourglass slowly drops sand and it hurt in the softest of ways.

It hurt to think that, maybe, if I would’ve met you first, then that could’ve possibly been me calling you baby instead of her.

Thank you for loving me endlessly and feverishly and, most of all, thank you for putting up with my shit and promising to do so for the rest of your life.