“When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?” ~ Shannon L. Adler, 300 Questions LDS Couples Should Ask Before Marriage
My phone vibrates to alert me that I received a text message. I check, and it is another message from him. It is the tenth one. This and the previous nine remain unanswered.
There was a time when the very thought of him made my heart beat faster, when the sun seemed to shine more brightly when he was around me, and when the nights would not feel so long because of him.
But now my mind is indifferent, and my heart no longer beats more quickly. When I see his name come up on my phone screen, I sigh heavily.
My phone vibrates again. Eleven messages. Twelve. Thirteen.
He let me go once. He did not love me when my heart was beating only for him. Fourteen.
He allowed the sun to go down on me, and for the darkness to drown me. Fifteen.
I cried myself to sleep on countless lonely nights. Sixteen.
He left me for dead in the vast sea of my loneliness. Seventeen. I brought myself back to life. Eighteen.
The pain I felt because of him made me stronger. Nineteen.
I learned to value myself and trust that in the end, no matter how much I lost, I was going to be ok.
My phone vibrates again. Twenty unanswered text messages from him.
"Hi," I finally text back.