I’m not bitter anymore,
but I was.
I don’t cry anymore,
but I did.
I don’t look through the memories
like I used to,
reminiscing on what could have been,
what the world had in store for us,
how much love I had left to give.
just because I still think of you
doesn’t mean I wish things could be different.
just because I still think of you everytime I see an old white truck,
I’m constantly reminded of the memories we made.
just because I think of the numerous laughs we shared
every time I hear a song from our 22-hour playlist
doesn’t mean we were meant to be. I know that now.
now that time has passed.
now that I can read every tear-stained letter you wrote me.
now that I know what it truly feels like to be loved.
now that I am healed and can appreciate the memories we shared.
now that I can look past the hurt and broken trust.
now that I know with utmost certainty that what we had was true, real, and pure.
it is because of the random moments of nostalgia,
the flashbacks that appear in my mind because of just one simple song,
that now I know
that the end of us
had nothing to do with me or you
but everything to do with the fact that we weren’t meant to be forever.
i’m not bitter anymore.
each other’s first love.
that’s all we were meant to be.