You stole some pieces of my heart when you left. You didn’t ask for it, I didnt give it to you, you just stole it.
I noticed today as I’m sitting by myself over lunch that for a long time I’ve been trying to get those pieces back, to somehow fix my broken heart and make it whole again. But for the first time I learned something.
Even if I had them back, it will never be quite the same again, because when you left, a part of my life left too.
I am a different person now. I grew, I learned. So, I don’t want those pieces back, you keep it, keep them with the memories that you stole, keep them with the future you took away.

— G.P. (via theautumnheart & thoughtfvl)