When an Ex Should Stay an Ex

Two years ago, you had a relationship and it was perfect. He was your best friend, your rock, your Netflix and sex buddy, but most importantly... The love of your life. He showed you strength, individuality, and held your hand while you are on the way to bettering yourself. He helped you grow, blossom, and taught you that not every guy you met will hurt you, physically or emotionally. You made memories that will forever float like pretty melodies in your mind... first kiss... first time you said I love you... first time you heard him play your guitar... getting tattoos and piercings... teenage memories. It was a fun filled few months of dizzy dates, getting serious, being drunk, doing things you should not. All up to that one summer.

The one summer that he broke your heart. Over Facebook messenger. He hurt you so bad, you went through every single cliché movie breakup shit for an entire month.

Then you recovered and uni took over again, you find yourself and focus. So your in a good place, happy and your you. Until last summer...

Facebook: "Hello stranger"

He's back. After two whole years, he just pops up. So what do you do? Girl, you do whatever the hell you got to do to make sure he stays out of your life for good. Anything but what I did next.

Yes, as predicted, we talked. He very sweetly, while being sexy, knocked down my walls. He build me up to love myself again, he brought back that same strength, unlocked that same love. Yet it was different. He had a baby. A beautiful little girl. With that came maturity, determination, he had goals and knew what he wanted, he wanted me. We got on, like we always did, we met up and did the same things, we simply grew up and changed.

After a month it was intense, it was a movie, a fairy-tale, a song only Ed Sheeran could write. I fell back in love with guy who broke my heart into pieces. We dreamed of living together, we made new memories with family and friends, we conquered how to love perfectly as we settled into adult life. I had it all. I had him.

Then came the day. The day I never knew I would go through again. We broke up. The irony in it? ...it was over Facebook, AGAIN. Why? because he needed to be alone. It was not the distance, or love, or not being happy that destroy us, it was simply that he no longer needed me.

The first heartbreak was bad, but this one? It hurt more. I had to lose him all over again. This time I had to deal with knowing I should not have took him back, the feeling of not being needed by someone you love anymore, having met his little girl and now not being able to watch her grow. I lost more this time. I lost everything.

Moral of the story:

Yes I truly believe that an ex is a ex for a reason. Each and EVERY one of you are special, you are beautiful, you have found happiness within yourself. You have taken the time and focus into making yourself count, and count for you and you only. If you was not good enough the first time... you're certainly too good for him the second. Protect yourself, love yourself, and give yourself to some one else. Someone who will make you his princess. You got this girls, your prince charming is coming, I promise.

Yours,

RV x