Leave all that breaks your heart.
“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” — Coco Chanel
It will because I am still putting my pieces back together. I need time to heal.
Some associate being a free spirit with a wardrobe of linen smocks and Birks. But it’s more than that. It requires courage in the face of all odds. It means walking on a path of uncertainty with no one but yourself for support. It is the constant desire and chasing of freedom for your soul.
“I wish I didn’t marry my husband.”
I want you to promise that when I hurt you too much, you’ll remember every single day I made you feel loved, cared for, and special.
Nothing beats the feeling of knowing you did everything you could. Of not having “what ifs”. Of not wondering “what could’ve been”.
I will push you to grow and always be the better version of yourself. I will love you until you become the person you envisioned yourself to be and beyond.
You will hold hands, cuddle and snuggle, and kiss like you don’t care about the world that you will forget all the snarky comments you made when you were the one witnessing those things in public. Who gives a shit? You’re happy.
I remember all of them and I want to cling to them – to the six years of my life that I spent with you and the two years I spent reliving all the memories, hoping that the things ending was just a dream. But as much as I want to, I can only allow myself to do that until the end of this story.