The worst part about leaving a good man isn’t losing him.
It’s meeting people after him and slowly realizing the things you complained about were the same things everyone else is missing.
That’s when “I needed better” starts sounding a lot like “I didn’t know what I had.”
The craziest part about relationships is watching someone go from “I can’t live without you” to living perfectly fine without you like the memories, promises, late nights, and “forever” conversations never happened.
Sometimes you don’t lose a person… you lose the version of them you thought was real.