Sometimes it’s the hardest thing in your life that makes you a stronger person.
Sometimes it’s that breach of trust that makes you wake up.
Sometimes it’s the time when you were fooled into thinking that you were something special, when you knew the whole time that you were just another person.
Sometimes it’s a stark realization that makes everything seem more clear.
I am not just another person though. I’m supposed to be more than that.
But why does it still feel that way?
Why does it upset me to see how you used to shamelessly hit on other girls even when we were together? Those weren’t how they seemed, right? You’re so different now, right? I’ve changed you, right?
But as they say, old habits die hard. I’m still pretty keen on that concept.