As selfish as I felt it was,
in the beginning I couldn't understand,
how much he had changed in the time
I knew him and that I didn't want
our time together to end.

Two years later and I'm here,
and I'm able to rethink about the past.
The recollection isn't as hazy
and the memories are less painful
when I can see the picture being painted
in a whole new light.

He let me go because he was unable
to give me the things I needed.
For that, he was doing me a favor,
letting me go so I could find someone
to love me the way I needed to be.

Sometimes I look back on those memories
and they feel more painful than right now.
But at least I can appreciate that
over time, I was able to see he was more
sorry than I once believed him to be.