“I used to find myself thinking you were perfect in the most imperfect-flawed way possible. I used to look at you with so much respect, love, care and pride, but now whenever I remember a good memory of you, I find myself questioning of your authenticity. I wonder to myself how real you were with me. I wonder if what you’ve portrayed was just for a show until you couldn’t hold onto to your new persona. I wonder if I could ever imagine a life with you again. Then I remind myself, I shouldn’t even question being with you again because my self-respect and self-worth taught me to not chase after you—someone who never found me to be enough for them. Someone who made me sacrifice relentlessly without putting in any effort to keep us together. I remember my worth, and my worth stops me from ever hoping to be with you again. That hurt reminds me of what better life I deserve. Some pains don’t really hurt, they’re just there to remind you of what not to lower your standards for anymore.”