Thoughts

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One day you are going to be the guy that I tell my daughter about when she's been held up in bed crying for the last days.
I'll tell her about how I loved you more than I knew to explain, that the love that I had for you consumed me until I was nothing more than a mindless person who couldn't see all the wrong you did.
When she doesn't eat anymore, when she can't think of something but you.
When my daughter can't go to school, because her thoughts of seeing that boy makes her physically ill, when my daughter gets her heart broken so badly that she isn't able to even feel the pain anymore, I'll tell her about you.
About the boy who called me beautiful when I couldn't see anything more than my flaws, about the boy who made me believe in love, about the boy who fixed me, about the boy who destroyed me.
I will tell her how I hated myself more than anything else, just because you couldn't love me back.
But I'll also tell her how I moved on, about how I saved myself. I will tell her how it is going to be okay and I will sit with her until she falls asleep every night, because I know, that is when it hurts the most.
I will show her how she is going to be okay again.
How I was okay.
How everything will be okay.