I hope your stomach hurts when someone mentions my name.

Just like mine did

I hope you can't sleep at night; having the thoughts of losing me consume you.

Just like it did for me

I hope you choose not to go out some nights in the fear of running into me and end up missing out on fun nights with friends.

Just like I did

I hope you wake up in the middle of the night crying because you dreamt of me.

Just like I did

Maybe it's selfish, even petty, of me to wish these things upon you. But knowing that you will hurt even an ounce as much as I did gives me some sort of weird comfort. Comfort in the fact that I know I wasn't the only one broken from this relationship.

But my true comfort comes in the form of acceptance. Acceptance of what happened; realizing that I am now stronger and finally over you. Acceptance that you were simply a road block in my life; a road block that took me a year to get over.