He loved me once. And I will be loved again.

She is not better than me. Different. But I am no less because I am not his chosen.

I choose myself. And I choose to be happy.
(I choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. I choose to be happy.)

He deserves to be happy. And I hope he is. It means I didn’t damage him to love.

And I am grateful for the experiences we had together. And for what I have learned. And for knowing what it feels like to be truly loved.

This breakup and the pain from it were necessary for me to grow.

I was not able to commit. I was afraid of intimacy and the pain that could come from losing someone I love. It never would have worked the way I was.

I forgive myself.

I let go of the past.

I choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. I choose to be happy. As long as I breathe, there is a chance for me to be happy.