You were my angel. You came into my life and somehow, you changed everything. You taught me how to be brave, how to believe in myself and how to live life to the fullest.
She doesn’t believe that someone could like her in that way, though, not anymore. That someone could love her. Choose her. Want to be with her and stick with her. She thinks that she’s not enough. Maybe she thinks that way because that’s how they made her feel.
There’s this thing they say about brighter flames tend to burn out and lose its fire faster. That’s what happened to us. Our constellation wasn’t stable enough to keep itself together.
You don’t wait for his messages anymore. You don’t wonder about where he may be or who is he with anymore.
Just when I started to get used to these new emotions, these new experiences, the new me and the new year and the new you, you chickened out.
Don’t mind me, I can take care of myself. I’ve done nothing but that all my life.
I realized that maybe you were a gift from the universe. A gift that I had to learn from or to teach me something. I’ve already consumed my gift and I just couldn’t keep you anymore. So I had to give you back.
She is the raging storm. She moves people and inspires them by the things that she does and the things that she can do.
I just can’t figure out why you still pop in from time to time. I hate it because it makes me angry at myself, for letting you and those memories take over me once more. Every time that happens, I feel like I’m losing a battle that I wasn’t prepared for and I didn’t know I was fighting.
I want you to know that I have let go of everything, all my questions, my fears, my what ifs, my understated pain, everything that involves you.