you brought out the best in me, yet you also brought out the worst
– the drug I couldn’t quit, giving me a high and a crash all at once.
When you first came to my life, I thought you were the answer to everything I needed – the rush that would keep me afloat.
You were the drug I couldn't quit, giving me a high I never want to come down from. You made everything seem brighter, as if your touch could make my life more meaningful. You brought out the best in me, and for a while, I believed that feeling would last forever.
But with every high came a crash, a fall that left me dizzy, empty, and an ache in ways I couldn't explain.
You were my greatest love, yet you were also the deepest wound I've ever had to heal from.
Our love: a beautiful, brutal paradox.
You brought out the parts of me I never knew I had – the darker, desperate side of me. The side that would do anything to keep you close, even if it meant losing pieces of me, because I thought your presence would be enough to fill in the gaps of my brokenness.
Our love was intoxicating yet toxic. Fleeting highs, endless lows. You were both my solace and affliction – my greatest love and deepest wound.
Now, I'm left to pick up the broken fragments, to mend the shards of my shattered soul.
Our love ended, yet the pain endures.
The memories linger, a bittersweet reminder of our love's dual nature – exhilarating and destructive.
Though the scars remain, I’m breaking free. I realized that the highs were not worth the heartache, and I won’t be held captive.
I'm healing, rising above the wreckage you left me – finding myself beyond the broken pieces of myself you've left behind.
Maybe one day, we'll find our way back to each other with a better kind of love.
The kind of love that doesn't suffocate.
The kind of love that heals, not hurts.
The kind of love that's gentle, not brutal.
The kind of love that makes us feel whole.
Until then, we'll hold onto that hope.
“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul.” – The Notebook, (2004)
