There’s a beauty in leaving, in forgetting, in letting go, in forgiving, and finding a fresh start. There’s a beauty in freeing yourself from the baggage that you have been dragging with you all this time.
I tried too hard to be good enough, I ran and ran until I collapsed, right on your front door, right into your arms
But the beauty about freefall, is in that moment, you find your wings.
It’s been almost a year since you left me in vain
I knew I had to let you go not because I didn’t love you but because I did.
In order to find the things in this life worth holding onto, we must first master the art of letting go.
For hurting you. You haven’t been easy on this body, this brain, this soul.
I will make you miss me when you realize you lost your chance.
It’s been two years, five months, and twenty-eight days, and I’m still not over you.
I do not honestly think I could possibly hate you, for I have never hated a person that could cause me pain.