I wasn’t ready to get hurt again.
And then you happened.
A part of me wants to blame you for existing in my life.
But the truth is, the blame is all at mine.
When I knew from the start that this will hurt,
that I should never gave in. But I still did.
I don’t know why, even if
you’re not intended to hurt me, I’m hurting.
When you’re not here, it hurts.
And when you’re here, it just hurt more.
What is wrong with me?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s you all doing this to me.
I just don’t know what to do anymore.
“To let go isn’t to forget, not think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t winning, and it isn’t losing. It’s not about pride, and it’s not about how you appear, and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt or sadness. It’s not giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss, and it’s not defeat. To let go is to cherish memories, but to overcome and to move on. It is having an open mind and confidence in the future. Letting go is accepting. It is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and to set yourself free.”
Memories. When you think about them, you just couldn’t help but smile. Because even if everything and everyone has already changed, the memories still stay the same. And you know you’ll always have them. You know they are always gonna be there. Because they are easily found in old photographs.. in your treasure box.. in the archives folder of your old chats.. Or in that one safe place you’ll always have in you wherever you go: your heart. But you know what makes memories even better? When you can still look back to them with those people you shared those unforgettable times with.
And I lie awake and miss you.
Where would your life be?
- I like it
- I can relate to it
- I’m giving you sympathy
- I’m happy for you
- I read the post that you directed at me but I don’t want to reblog it because there’s nothing else to say
- Or it just lets you know I saw the post directed at me
- Been there, done that type of situation