Call It What You Want

by Alissa DeRogatis

think the worst part was realizing that somewhere deep down, I knew it the entire time. I knew he wouldn’t be able to get where I wanted him to. I just hoped that I was wrong.

We weren’t made for each other, no matter how much I tried to convince myself we were. Although this isn’t me making excuses for you. I deserved so much more than you were ever willing to give me.

I didn’t want this to be a lesson; I wanted it to be love. But if we weren’t meant to last, then the best I can hope for is that you use our time together as a learning experience, a source of wisdom, a reason to change. I never asked for much from you, but I need to ask this one thing: please, don’t treat someone else the way you treated me.

You can’t beg someone to love you, as much as I wish you can, you can’t. You shouldn’t have to convince someone that you’re good enough or you’re worth it. That’s something I’m still learning.

First loves are funny like that. They’re the ones that introduce you to everything and teach you how to love, in the same way that they teach you how to hurt and how to heal. No matter how hurt you are though, you’ll never hate them, and depending on who you ask, in ways you’ll still love them.

only person we really have at the end of the day is ourselves. You’re the one that gets yourself out of bed every morning and tucks yourself in every night. You’re the one that picks yourself up off of the bathroom floor after a few

too many. You should always love that person more than someone who broke your heart.

He taught me how to love myself the way he never could.