It only took me four years to utter those words, and even then, I can’t seem to lose the “technically.”
I want to be the one who desires more, who does not accept complacency. Who wonders about how I can make an impact on someone’s life every day. Who finally makes the first move and just asks them out. Who reaches out to a friend to remind them that I care.
Stop making it feel like it was her fault. She knows it’s not, but please stop trying to make her feel like it was. You have to know that she gave it everything she had.
My fellow inmates and I know how to escape. What we don’t know, however, is the consequences behind saying those three simple yet ever-so-life-changing words that will forever open those prison bar doors.
I learned how to show myself compassion. I learned how to reach out for help.
The monsters in your mind are making you think we are conspiring against you. But we are rooting for you.
It was probably a good thing that your name didn’t come up in conversation, but I found myself wishing you had.
I’m sorry, not because I’m not enough, but because you are too blind to realize how hard I’ve tried for you and how much effort I’ve put into this one-sided relationship.
I knew it was you. You weren’t ready, or maybe you knew I wasn’t.
I feel like I was in a glass box all my life, and now that I’ve broken that glass, I feel so free.