There is a greater tragedy than when a long-lasting relationship ends. The greater tragedy is that I have given up on him. I gave up on my ex. I finally turned my back on him after months of suffering to continue feeling something. Likewise, I gave up on love.
I held on to the truest kind of love I could fathom, and the strongest love I have ever felt in my life for another person. I held as long as I could. But eventually, I just couldn't anymore. The bitterness, resentment and regret that came from the break-up warped whatever love I felt into hatred.
I can not bear to hate him.
So, I gave in and I cut him off and out. I would rather forget him than hate him. The five years of love and good times deserve to be remembered and revisited with fondness. He gave me deep love in return for mine, and I will remember that.
But I will not be angry.
I will not be sad anymore.
I will not hate him.
I loved him, and I'm thankful it happened at all.
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