I'm scared you’re going to leave because that’s what I knows, that’s what’s familiar. That’s what has happened to me in the past. Love and leave. I've been a part of that before. I'm scared you’re going to leave because occasionally my insecurities get the best of me. My insecurities tell me to act in ways I never would, they whisper things I thinks are true, they win the space in my head where happiness once grew and they take it over. My insecurities are the ones telling me I'm not enough, that you will leave me for someone else eventually, someone who’s better for you, someone who’s better than me. I'm scared you’re going to leave because any time something in me life seems to be going right, it suddenly goes wrong. What goes up must come down, and when things go up for me they come back down lower than where we started. I'm scared you’re going to leave because I'm terrified of the way I’ll feel if you do. I knows it won’t be pretty. I knows ...
Dear you, If one day you feel tired of me, tell me. Because I don't want to be a burden for you. I remember when you said that love is a commitment. I wish you still here is not only because of a commitment, but because you're willing to. Dear you, I thought there will be no more love after her, but here you come. If you see that I start to change, become unhappy. It's not what actually my feeling trying to express. I do happy, especially when you're around. When you're not, I wonder how you're doing. I know, you will still be fine. It just I want to make sure you're okay, even I know you're okay. Silly me. I want to check, I want to call, but I know I can't make it as I like, because you have your own life. Wasn't like me. I told you I'm clingy, you said that you're okay. But I guess you're not. Since you said we only need to depends on him. I know. It makes me feel like I look so weak that's why I need you so much. I have Alla...
Love is a hard concept and I think part of me will always love you at least, I’ll always love who I remember you to be when we were together. I’m not longer in love with you, but I still love you. Do you understand that? I don’t get butterflies anymore when I hear your name. My stomach doesn’t twist when someone brings your name up into a conversation. I don’t feel like I’m getting hit in the chest anymore when I see a picture of you. That’s what letting go is. It’s moving on with my life without you. It took me a while to get here, maybe even longer than it should have, but I made it. The days turned to weeks, which turned to months and eventually years. I couldn’t accept the idea of living without you. I couldn’t think how I could ever love someone that wasn’t you. I couldn’t pick up the pieces of my heart that you shattered. Until I could. Until I kept practicing how to heal on my own, until I decided hanging on to you, someone who was...
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