“After a few months, I realized that losing you wasn’t really a loss. Losing you made sense. Losing you was inevitable.
I los you because I never really had you.
You were never really mine, you were always searching for something away from me- you were always thinking of someone else when you were with me.
I lost you because I would’ve lost who I was if I held onto you. I lost you to find myself.
See, I learned that it’s better to lose some people than to hold on to the hope of them coming back, because a person who doesn’t want to lose you, will never let you slip away. But you didn’t fight. You didn’t try. And in turn, you made my decision for me.
You made it easier to for me to think of losing you as another way to find myself- another way to save myself. And for the first time, you made me realize that not every person you lose is a loss and that losing can sometimes be winning.
For the first time, you made me realize that losing someone is sometimes the only way to love yourself.
For the first time, you made me realize there is so much more to be found in losing someone who was never meant to stay.
Losing you was hard, but keeping you was harder.
Losing you was a lesson but not a loss.
Losing you was my favorite win.”
-@ranianaim via @thoughtcatalog // source: @poemsporn_ (instagram)