A random blog, from a random fur.
I am a better person because I knew her. She made me want to improve. I regret that it took me so long to act on it. I knew she was wonderful and that I should have made good those impulses and followed her suggestions to get better.
It took losing her to realise how selfish and terrible I had become.
I am glad we met. Even if we never speak or even meet again, I want to keep improving, not just for her or the memory of her, and I want to say not even just for me. Just to become a better person and do more with life.
She was wonderful, and I did terrible things that I will likely never get to make up for.
But with every mistake we make, we have an opportunity. What we do with these opportunities defines who we are.
If she had not shown me how much better I could be, even just by her example, I would take this blow like any other, leaving me further broken and defeated, and likely much harder than most of blows I’ve been dealt in the past. But she was wonderful.
I will take this opportunity and take the other path. I will live, and not just live, I will improve. I will learn from this experience and be better because of the love and friendship we shared and the lessons she taught me, during and after our relationship.