You weren’t ready for the love I was to give, and I wasn’t patient enough to teach you the lessons you needed to learn for yourself.
I remember the day you left as the beginning of a new life, a life that sadly you’ll never get to see or be part of.
This is for those people. The people who cared, but also knew that it was time to go.
I hope you find her someday. I hope she will make you happy even though I couldn’t.
To be heartbroken is relatively finite.
Will it always be me then
The disposable fool
The shameful secret
The one who’s not worth moving mountains for?
In trying to fool myself into thinking it didn’t matter, was I really trying to avoid a deeper and scarier internal thought: am I afraid of rejection?
Some will tell you it’s for the best, others will say he doesn’t deserve you. Only you know how lost you are. Only you can see that this affects only you and no one else. It’s not despondency, believe me.
So now everywhere I go, I see him. And when I don’t see him, I am looking for him. I go for runs through town just because I hope he drives by and sees me. I only go out because I hope he will be out. Everything I am doing, I am doing for him.
They will hurt with you, and will grab your hand tightly, to let you know that they aren’t going anywhere. And they never, ever will.