I saw my ex and I cried.
I cried not because I’m still mad for what he did to me, but because I am happy that he finally had the courage to come and face me.
I cried not because I’m still upset for what happened, but because I am happy that he finally said “I’M SORRY” for everything he did that hurt me and for everything he did not do that hurt me even more.
I cried not because I still love him, but because I am happy to know that I was silently heard and understood all those years.
I cried not because I am weak, but because I am happy to see how the good man in him was revived and has now come to give me the apology I long deserved.
MY BOYFRIEND DENIED ME. He broke my heart in a way I never deserved and I thought I was never going to heal. But it only took time until I was able to accept my fate. It wasn’t easy for sure, but I eventually learned to forgive and move on.
It’s been almost three years since that day. A lot of things have happened and a lot of things have changed already.
I have moved past the conflict. I regained my peace back. And I am happy now.
Then, I saw my ex today for the first time again since that very day.
The hard slap on his face that I imagined to give didn’t happen. The foul words I thought he’d deserve from me didn’t come out. And the “please come back” scene that I practiced to say didn’t even spring my mind.
Delayed apology, it is. But maybe, this is his “BETTER LATE THAN NEVER” move.
I am not sure if the delay affects the effectiveness of the apology, but at least we didn’t have to exchange shit words anymore.
I genuinely said my word of forgiveness. No more questions. No more hurt feelings.
He left. I cried. And that’s it.