so here's the thing.
i believed in love and its power.
i was optimistic about everything and left smiles in my midst.
then i met you and everything changed.
love wasn't just something i wrote about,
it was something i lived.

then you left and i was the mess you left in your wake.
i hit rock bottom and cried for days in and out.
i spend weeks wearing my bed, eating chocolate.

and after some time and great friends,
i learned to let myself out.
i recreated my world.
i learned how to laugh.
i painted myself anew.
and remember one very important fact:

 ..maybe not in the same purist way i used to,
but, i still believe in love.
i still believe that a happy ending is ahead.
and maybe, right now, i believe in loving myself.
i believe that i am the strongest, fiercest, truest friendship i have.

i'm not there yet, but i know that one day,
someone will come along and sweep me off my feet.
and i'll fall madly, inconveniently and passionately in love.

i believe that relationships end, seasons change and books end.
but, i also believe in love and hope and faith and the ability to grow.
so i guess the real point is,
even though i never thought this day would come, it has.
i loved you, i don't anymore.
i needed you, i don't anymore.

i'm just fine on my own.

new tattoo idea? quite probable.