Maybe things would be easier that way. Instead of coming to terms that somewhere in my ‘heart’ I will always love you. It is a rather candid realization. I love you, I wish things would be different, but they are not. This relative calm has taken over me. I sincerely wish for you to be happy, for every one of your dreams to come to fruition. It would be an easier time if I hated you, but I know I cant, the same as I could never stay mad at you for long.
You were walking beside me not too long ago, then you made the decision to partake on another course. There was nothing I could but accept it as best I could. After all the tears, screams, wall punching, and spiteful curses, I look in the direction you walk. I see your back, getting farther away from me, and I smile with nostalgia holding the hand you use to. Sure I can cry again, but with tears of content that I am here. A place without you. A place I never dreamt I’d be.
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