You used to make the world seem bright and vivid, like the colours popped more when I was with you. You made the world go quiet, like your voice and laugh were the only sounds that mattered. What we had was real. What we had was love.
As time passes, and our breakup becomes more distant, I've come to realise that love is so much more than what I saw it for, more than what it was with you. It's more than the people we feel it with. Love is in many ways our source of life. It's our motivation for waking up in the morning. It's the reason we smile. It's the reason we laugh. It's the reason we cry. Love lets us feel life's highs and lows, both of which are so equally important to each other.
Since we broke up, I realised happiness doesn't come from another person, or a hobby, or anything material. It comes from those little moments we experience, that make us feel good. Whether that's the relief of your hair sitting just right, or that little feeling of joy when a stranger smiles. For us...
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