You broke her. Yes, you did. She can't fix herself because the pieces that broke scattered. Not on the floor, but to every place, every thing, every memory of you.
She doesn't go to that restaurant she likes anymore. It reminds her of you. She stopped going to the bookstore she usually goes to, because that's where you met. Her all-time favorite food? Pizza? She doesn't eat it anymore. It was your favorite she said. That stuff toy you gave her? The one with the pretty bow and the fluffy red nose? She kept it. Even if she doesn't want to. She kept it.
You're a drug that's so hard not to take. A toxin hard to flush out. A memory impossible to forget. But, thank you. She may not know this now, but she will thank you. She will thank you for leaving her with no valid reason why. She will thank you for breaking up with her through a phone message and not face to face. She will thank you for bringing her happiness and letting her laugh like the world was ending tomorrow. She will thank you because despite the tears, the sleepless nights, the painful goodbyes, and the memories, you have touched her heart like no one else did. And she knows better now.
She'll look back at the memory of you someday and she'll say, "no wonder it didn't work out. He wasn't the one."
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