You left me broken.
You knew you left me broken.
I hated you for it.
Months and months I curled myself up in a ball.
Broken.
Never believing anyone would ever love me again.
But the months and months passed.
And my broken pieces started to find their way back to each other.
And when the pieces finally healed,
I started to love myself,
more,
and more,
and more.
So I wanted to thank you,
because even though you didn’t end up loving me,
i began to love myself.