Emotional
The wife of my first love uploaded photos and videos of him and their son dancing in the rain. I am filled with joy. I smile from ear to ear watching him grin in happiness. That is the man I loved. I remember the awkward way he dances and oh how wonderful the way his kid dances the same. That smile. That laugh. His baby has his pout. I am filled with joy so immense. I am happy that he is living the life I have always thought he deserves. I realize that I am able to move on free from heartbreak because no part of me regrets loving such a wonderful man. I don't regret any bit of our story, even the leaving. I am happy that he turned out to be such a great man so worthy of my love. His wife is a very lucky woman.
Onto my recent heartbreak. One day, I wish I can look at him with joy too. While I feel no resentment anymore, remnants of pain trickle down to the pit of my stomach. While I do not wish to be the girl next to him, I still think she is both lucky and unlucky. More tragically so, I am simultaneously worried for her. I hope he too will turn out to be a good man but I'm too afraid I cannot say that for now. I know I chose him for his wounds and his darkness but now I sit on the edge anticipating his choices and praying he won't make ones that hurt more people.
I wonder about the great differences of these two loves. One I loved and let go for his goodness, the other I loved and chose for his darkness and so I must let him go.
The Perks of being a Wallflower said: we accept the love we think we deserve.
I hope one day I am able to choose the good because I see the good in me.