Letting go isn't what has been hard for me, it's all the good memories I've left behind along with my departure. The way the butterflies grouped in my stomach, and my knees weakened thinking I'd never fall. The thing that made me leave.. well he was never there to catch me, so my knees became strong once more. When your beaten, bruised, and scabbed up, all that's left to do is give up. Giving up doesn't mean you're weak, to have the strength to let go of the only thing that keeps you holding on is strength.. you have enough to make it through without them.
I hate how people give you all the ,"I told you so's, and, you should have listened to me's". What are mistakes for.. to learn from. How do we learn if those we love shelter us and never let us make the mistakes our hearts yearn to create? And in the end nobody's mistakes are the same, what's bad for one person can turn out to be amazing for another. What is love without hurt, and hurt without love, anyways?
No comments:
Post a Comment