a couple months ago, i was crying myself to sleep every night because i couldn’t understand why the universe or god or whoever would take this boy away from me. i loved him, or at least i thought i did. i thought we would be absolutely perfect together and that it was truly an injustice to the world that him and i weren’t together. i sit here now, and i can tell you with full confidence, whoever is up there, perhaps nobody at all, knows what they’re doing. he hurt me and i called it love. he was mean, he was a complete asshole but i wanted to be with him so badly that i lost parts of myself in the process of trying to make him love me. i am telling you all this because you may not understand why something is happening in your life now, and you make think it’s unfair. trust me, it will work out for the best. you will meet someone and it’ll be so clear to you why those people who left are gone and why it’s better that way.
