Can't Break Me...

Next month will be one year since I finally found the strength to leave, and I noticed today that all the times I tried to write down our story here, I never published it. I wrote the story of the first person I was in love with, but I don't want to tell our story to everyone. I can't put all the details out there. I don't want to. I could blast you and tell the whole truth, but I have no interest in doing that. For a while, part of me wanted everyone to know, but I accepted that most would never know the true story. Most people will never know who you really are, and I have come to terms with that. I went through the hardest thing I have ever had to go through, but I came out the other side, still breathing. I fought with everything I had, and I made it through. I remembered who I was again. I got up off the ground. I picked up all the pieces of myself that I wanted back and put them into place. I found out what someone actually loving me back feels like and what how amazing being with the right person feels. I will never forget any of it. The past will still come up to haunt me sometimes, and I have an unfortunate partial love and a bleeding hatred that will never go away. However, I got up, I moved on, and that's enough for me.