For so long I was hurt and disappointed at him for leaving, thinking how could he give up on us. Then I had my major era of imagining apologizing to him, bursting with pain and regret for all the things I hadn’t learnt yet, all the ways I wasn’t ready for it, and how I could have been a better bf and friend. Yearning to be back in his arms, and promising that we were meant to be. On a hike recently, I had this feeling rush over me, of gratitude, and thankfulness. In my solitude amongst nature, I spoke it out into the desert’s copper tanned mountains “thank you, for ending it, and letting me continue discovering myself”. All the things I wanted that impeded me from giving him my all, I now know are less rewarding and worth it for me. Gracias por dejarme