Today I prayed for his ex. I did not set out to do so however. I was praying for him and I saw her, no, not her face. Wouldn’t that be something? I heard her Name. I don’t even know what she looks like but that’s besides the point.
I prayed for her heart. When I look at him, I don’t see how anyone could let him go and be fine. I don’t see how he walks out of your life and does not leave a dent. I prayed that she cries her tears in the arms of God. I prayed that she doesn’t get stuck on this :how it could have been. Stuck on hating anyone who speaks well of him, checking out anyone who’s tagging him in pictures. I prayed that this experience wouldn’t define her experience with men henceforth.
The last time my heart was shattered, I felt so lost. I looked around my dark bedroom, clutched a pillow to my chest and cried. I cried because I did not understand how I’d found myself in that situation again. I couldn’t even pray. I just cried. So, I prayed for her because she might not Have the strength to say a prayer. I prayed for her because I’ve caught glimpses of his pain and I know there’s no way he felt it alone.
I prayed for her because my heart is warming up to him and I want him all to myself. I prayed for her because I plan on making him forget her. I prayed for her because she once meant something to him but now…
I am praying her out of him. Travel safe, travel far, let him be. I wish you well and there’s no hard feelings but please be gone because now I pray for him, for me, for us.