CONFESSION TIME: All I ever wanted for him was to be happy.
I can almost hear the excitement in his voice while my eyes read the letters that he typed into his phone. I can almost feel his heart beating faster when he read her lines. Just a few words. But I can tell how much it moved him. And he probably doesn't know why. Or maybe, he just doesn't want to know.
He always said that it's over. Over for good. She broke his heart in the worst way and left him with all the little pieces. He has all those amazing reasons to hate her, to never want to see her again and to start completely over. But he never really did. He talked more about her than he should. He kept all those happy pictures far enough to not hurt away but close enough to just take them back. Maybe. One day.
All I ever wanted for him was to be happy. I wanted him to never lose this beautiful smile of his again. I wanted him to never get hurt like this again. Because it hurt me to see him like this. I wanted to help him, to fix him, to be the person he can talk to in the middle of the night.
He told me everybody has only one real heartbreak. She was his. But his eyes still have this glow when he talks about her. He still smiles a bit. He still has this look. And I can almost hear how his heart beats faster the second he read her lines. The little pink heart she sent him. And that was the second when I knew it wasn't over. Maybe it would be one day. But I couldn't wait this long. I shouldn't.
All I ever wanted for him was to be happy.
Even if it means that I have to let him go. For good.