The second type of love wasn't so different from the first one. It was plotted. I was to say yes or things could go awkward with a person I didn't even know. But in my state of mind, I accepted. I didn't have anything to lose, for I knew that it was to end soon, but I saw that as an escape from my thoughts. And so it was. At first, I don't think I've loved him. But I gradually grew to that. He was lovable. He was everything I looked into a boy. But it was meant to be just a summer story. We had our first kiss behind my house, and it was the first moment I loved my height, for he was very tall. Now, we could hang out as two pairs. I could look forward to it and I got to know him more. Those happy memories with him were so sweet that I don't dare to think about them often. But as I said, a summer story remains till the end, a summer story. 

When autumn arrived, we couldn't see each other very often, and we were in different schools. Silence is indeed the loudest sound of all. He began to change. Wasn't so sweet as in summer and he was colder. After a month of not seeing each other, he got me a text wanting to break up. The truth is, I was shocked because I didn't expect it so soon, and furthermore because I also wanted to break up. We saw each other a few times here and there, but he was too awkward to even say anything at all. And that was it. 

Now I'm waiting for my third type of love. Better saying, I'm letting it find me. I won't chase. I won't beg. I'm falling in love with myself first. So I won't feel bad when someone leaves me. Because I'm enough. Because I have good intentions. Because I want to grow with that person. And because I know I was meant to find something better than the ones that let me go. Because I'm never coming back. 

This is for you, types of love. For the two of you. I forgive you. For letting me go. For showing me I deserve better. For making me love myself. For making me grow. I don't wish you bad. I don't wish for revenge. I hope we will never see each other again. For our mental health. I wish you to love yourselves because that is the reason for not being able to love someone back. 

My dear reader, don't cry. I'm not crying. When you can say your story without shedding even one tear, you know you've healed. If you've been through this, just remember: each and every breakup is a chance of finding someone better. If they let you go, they didn't realize your value. And you need someone who values you. Take this as a chance to fall in love with yourself first. Things will change after you love yourself enough to realize what is and what is not good for you. You will bloom.