Our relationship was built on a foundation of high-strung emotions, but the ending was more like the calm after a storm; there were no tears or dramatic words, just a certainty that it was time to let go.
Instead, memories of the beautiful chaos we’d been through flooded my mind - every smile, slow dance, hug, kiss, and tear rushed through my brain.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” he said.
I knew in that moment that, despite all the time we'd spent growing together, we were finally over.
He was everything I once wanted, almost everything I needed in a guy, but he was no longer mine. We each deserved something more.
But here's the thing about endings: the hardest part isn’t moving on, it’s staying moved on.
It’s going home alone, knowing that that text will probably be the last time I hear from him. It’s driving down a road and thinking of him when I hear a song. It’s something happening in life that I want to share with him, but choose not to.
I looked back at our pictures and remembered every conversation we shared; I realized a piece of me will always love him.
And that’s the beauty of it - everlasting love can blossom even in a relationship that was never meant to be.
I daydream about running into him someday, when we've both become the people we're destined to be. I envision us looking at one another and instantly being brought back to a time when we were young and almost in love.
The truth is, neither of us would be the people we are today without one another.
And while an ending with an almost love is bittersweet, the best things in life always are.
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