#lovesore

I thought I would never stop thinking about him. That my love for him would eventually die out because of time, time would surely make things better.

Well, I waited a year and I still loved him.

After a year or so, for I do not remember the exact date in which I was sure that I loved him) I decided that I had to make something of this, to let the cloud settle: would it disperse and bright, sunny days shine on us together? Or would I be left dripping wet from the rain without an umbrella to make my way home on my own?

Turns out, the rain wasn’t so bad after all.

Indeed, he said he loved someone else already, and it was all I could do not to break down, or to tell myself ‘I told you so’, even though love is always a gamble and the worst that can happen is never to have played at all,

But, in a way, it was also freeing, since no longer the ‘what if?’ was looming over me. Now I could begin to let go of him, start to make my way into another direction and find myself again, without him. It’s been I think a month since we last spoke. Neither one of us has started up conversation again. I’m starting to think less often of him. I hope he finds the courage for his love, as I found the courage to step out and do something about mine.