You’re protective of your independence. After you had your heart broken, you worked hard to carve out independence for yourself and you’re not willing to give that up.
Please leave the selflessness. Leave the maturity, the maternity. How I let you be the one with the problems. Leave the organization, the effort. Give back what motivated me to dress up for you. Make sure to leave all the parts of you that I made. I can’t be here without them.
I would rather hate you than not think about you at all.
You don’t feel like you’re letting go of the past, but that you’re letting go of the future.
My journey to sobriety happened in phases. No longer feeling the void from a previous night of drugs and alcohol is what true freedom has meant for me.
I used to tell you it was because I liked you and therefore I liked all the parts of you. And I think at the time I really believed that.
I know I love you enough to let you go.
We’ll forget the times we fell in love over and over again, is that alright with you?
Time feels slow if you are waiting on something. But we do not have much of it. Why wouldn’t we want to race to good parts if we can get there faster?
I’m done hanging on to your words, done listening to the songs you send me through the periods we go without speaking, done ever believing you actually ever felt something for me.