Coming to Grips
Flashbacks make me want to go backwards, but it’s time to press play and walk forward. We had our love story and it ended with us saying bye. The feelings were so hard but we walked away with no hard feelings. I fell in love with “you” and you wanted extra out of life. The more you had, the more it took from us. You were perfect upon commitment, but all you were committed to was changing. I need stability; someone I can come home to and know exactly what I am getting. At one point I was your dream, than somehow I became the nightmare, hindering you from dreaming. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Happiness is all I have ever wanted for you and that means me moving on. I swallowed my pride because love had no place for it. I fought with you because you are worth fighting for. I had to come to grip that you were out of my grasp; you were no longer mine to hold. Dam, I miss holding you. The thought of your scent gives me the urge to run back, but I continue on continuing. We aren’t meant to have meaning; we cease to define us!!!!