Here’s to you, the one who, not only, tore me down–but stole a piece of me that I will never get back. For months, I wanted to hate you for the hell you put me through. I played the part of someone who had moved on, as someone who was actually okay and happy. But really, I was never okay. I fell into a place so dark and empty that nothing could penetrate its silence. I tried so hard to escape from the hell I was living in, but the harder I tried, the further I fell.

I forgave you. I forgave you for the pain you had caused me, for the endless nights I cried over you, for the shattering I had felt for months whenever I’d hear your name. You may write me off as some silly, overdramatic girl... and who knows? Maybe I am. But when you love someone as much as I loved you, you feel the true pain of a heartbreak.

Here’s to you, to the man who found me broken and defeated, but refused to give up on me. For months you have been someone who supports me in my lows and highs, who loves me for who I am. You find ways to build me up and encourage me to be the best I can every day. You acknowledge that you can’t fix my past, but you provide a path to build a future. I have never been more thankful for someone as I am for you. I was broken beyond repair, but you picked up my broken pieces and mended my wounds. I’m still not completely together, and I don’t think I ever will be. But you’ve accepted my cracks and flaws and love me anyway. I don’t think I could ever repay you for the kindness and love you’ve shown me.