You did not respect me. You put me a lot of times in compromising places, making me vulnerable to the enemy’s bondage. You never really cared about having a Godly relationship. We compromised. Always. Although we both know it wasn’t right. You didn’t love me in the first place. You didn’t even care because you dumped me like nothing ever happened. You made me feel worthless, devalued, uncared for. You were selfish that way. How I hate me for letting myself be trampled like that. It’s my fault I let you. Because I thought you love me.
I too was selfish and had my own share of mistakes. But I never gave up. It’s you who did.
It’s a good thing we ended. Now I see my real worth and value that I forgot when we’re still together. You know, God is faithful. He picked up the pieces you shamelessly scattered. He’s the only one who tirelessly listen to my questions. Who wiped the tears that fell like raindrops on June. Who cared, when no one seems to bother. Who lifted me from the pit of darkness and depression. He taught me how to hope again and look at the brighter side of everything. He brought back the confidence in me. Through His help, I learned how to forgive you. To move on without looking back.
I will forever thank Him that He saved me from you. I am stronger. Wiser. Happier. More in love with my Saviour. And I thank you for letting me know that you, afterall is not the kind God wants me to have.
Thank you for leaving.