It was only after you were gone that I realized I loved you a little bit. It was so soon after my big, bad, long-term breakup that I didn’t think it was possible. I told my people that my heart was closed to even the prospect.
“Don’t worry about me. It won’t happen. My heart won’t allow it.”
But it did. My heart opened silently and unknowingly for a brand-new person. Someone who truly saw me, and maybe wanted to know all of me.
I won’t allow myself to say it to you, but I miss you, and thank you.
Editor’s note: I’m not usually here to comment on the content on your heartbreak, but this one killed me. You should just say it, my dude.
Also, wow, I’ve been sending this newsletter for five full months! I still have a bunch of submission to publish — but will run out eventually. Don’t want that to happen? Me neither. If you’ve been considering sharing your story, please do so. I want to read them all. -jz