I will overcome this. I will remain hopeful. I will fight this.
I hope it heals the pain that he caused you.
They call it “disaster preparedness.” The coping mechanism by which you imagine the worst possible scenario in order to brace yourself for the fallout.
I hope you wish you had fought harder, or at least given me a reason to stay.
I realized I didn’t miss you, I missed who I had been before you walked into my life all those years ago.
With arms wide open, I will embrace you with everything that you have to offer.
You can come out on the other side and make it.
I know you will always hold a part of me, whether I like it or not.
My hope is that you let life in.
I hope when you feel afraid you know that you are not alone.