In the year that these events happened and the few years until he told me the truth about everything. He was always there for me, he helped me when I was feeling suicidal. He held my hand through my anxiety attacks, he planned cute dates and took me on hikes. He would make me laugh and take care of me when I was sick and I have to say, that change and time heals all pain. Eventually, it doesn’t hurt as much especially when you can see that change happening.

I sometimes get worked up over the past too but I have to tell myself, “its the past its over, he isnt the same person anymore.” I remember what we have now and how I wouldn’t change it for the world.