The strongest thing about you was the thing he had forgotten to appreciate—your audacity.
There was a time that you had loved him so passionately with each and every inch of your delicate, naïve heart, but now there’s nothing more than just a lingering emptiness inside your chest where his heart used to rest silently against yours, entangled within your existence. And sometimes you catch yourself thinking about the days when everything was just a little bit simpler, when every embrace felt like home and every kiss felt like eternity.
And maybe you’re wrong to give up so easily. Maybe what you have is still salvageable, but maybe you’re too scared to admit to yourself that you don’t want to. Maybe you’re frightened that you’ve lost so much of yourself that you don’t remember who you are anymore, and maybe this is why you’ve let go.
Because somehow, somewhere among the soft summer breeze and the thundering echoes of the winter wind, you awoke from the illusion of happiness that you had so effortlessly defined as your reality for so long.
Maybe you had finally realized that you deserved better than someone who made you feel more alone than the intricate perfection that you are, or maybe you had known all along. Maybe because you had gotten so used to nurturing him and putting his needs before your own, you had forgotten to water your own roots and allow yourself the time you needed to blossom—the time you needed to care for yourself and flourish into the perfection that you are.
But now your tender heart begins to hurt a little less with every inch he tries to break off, and your shaky feet begin to grow a little stronger with every broken promise he swore he’d always keep.
You’ve become a warrior, and my darling, a warrior doesn’t need a man to help her stand. A warrior doesn’t need a man to drag her up off the floor and rebuild the fortress below her. She can do that all on her own, and darling, so will you.
“There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom. And when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes the most beautiful things can bloom in the darkest of places without the need of light.” – r.m. drake