My heart doesn’t feel as heavy anymore. There is a dull ache but it is no longer the kind that devours my whole heart. I still love you so I prayed for you. I prayed that God reaches your heart. I just hope you’re fine and not doing drugs. I am now slowly accepting you were never mine.

Nevertheless, I am still hoping beyond hope that you would come back. I would choose to go through heartbreak again if it means I would hear your voice again.

I can now resist the urge to message you again. I want to tell you how my day went but I remember you no longer want to hear from me.

You might have someone you are talking to already. Someone you say good morning to. It makes me sad, yes. But as long as you’re happy. Even if it’s no longer me.