Three Weeks

You swept me away with pretty words and promises of cherishing me forever. You were the first person to make me feel beautiful, like I was the only person in the room. For four days I was on cloud nine; I loved every minute with you and could imagine myself spending forever with you. But you lied, and lies never stay hidden for long. You broke my trust so early, and I tried to move passed it. I really did, but it was too big for me to forget.

Every time I thought I could move forward, something else popped up. The perscription abuse and the alcohol problem, and yeah you fixed it for a time. But the minute we fought, you went right back to it. Pretty words and sex don't build a lasting relationship. My insecurities, my problems with your behavior, just caused fights.

You were so deep in your own mind, in your own problems, you couldn't possibly listen to mine too. You say that we should work together to get better, but I can't do that. You said you loved me after a week. I said it back because I wanted to make you happy. You wanted to make me your wife, but you still act like a child.

I ignored red flag after red flag because I was so wrapped up in the way you made me feel. I let you go 120mph on a motorcylce. I let my heart rule my actions for the first time in my life, and I only regret how it ended. How much I hurt you. You don't love me. You love the fun we had together, you love the emotional support I gave you, but it came at the cost of my mental health. I don't always know how to say no, especially not to people that I care about. You'll find someone to truly love. You'll find someone who will want to spend their life with you, but first you need to learn how to live with and love yourself.

I wish nothing but the best for you and your life. Three weeks is all it took for you to remind me to love myself. I hope you can continue to be sober and become the amazing man that I know you can be.