Looking Back

Well,

It isn't easy.

As I sit here writing this, I am reminded of a person I so used to love. A person, for whom I had respect in my heart. A person I hate with all my heart now.

The thing is I've come to realize that they're never gonna stop haunting me. These sweet little memories that roam my head now, with daggers in their hands, poking at any semblance of peace and happiness that I may try to find.

Just because something reminded me of them.

But Just when I feel this. I've also come to realize that although the waves keep coming and this heartache grows dull with time, my love was what made me stronger.

With the pain, came courage and strength and growth, that would have otherwise not come into fruition at all

And as I type this, fuelled by rage and coffee at 2am in the morning, I understand that even though they're currently in someone else's arms right now, I really do hope that they find whatever semblance of peace that they can. Because no matter the way they've wronged me in, I know that I am better than what I was before.

So,

Here's to looking back.

Looking back at a bleaker past and a mournful tragedy that was never meant to be

Looking back, to a scar that was never our intention.

Looking back, at life...