There are still moments where I catch myself remembering the little things, like the way you laughed at your own jokes or how we always argued over where to order food from, only to settle on the same place every single time. For a while those memories cut into me like shards of glass, leaving me wishing that we could go back to a time before everything fell apart. But as the months passed, I began to realize that I was romanticizing fragments of us while ignoring the truth. I ignored how often I cried myself to sleep because you would not pick up the phone. I ignored how your apologies felt empty, more like excuses than promises to do better. I ignored the loneliness of being next to someone who was supposed to love me more than anyone else. I do not blame myself anymore for holding on, because I know now that loving someone with all of you is never a mistake. The mistake is staying when that love is not returned.