2015 could be described as my year of unblinking hope. But now I see that even after all the hope in the world, all the positive energy, all the emotional support, all the space needed, it just wasn't enough. I'm not angry, but I'm going to ready myself to move on. I have to. I'm frightened to be this age and starting all over again. I don't even know where or how to proceed. But I can't stay here.
I've already walked through door #2, 2016 will be time to walk through door number three.
I tried to stand by you, even when it got tough. I tried to walk next to you to support, but I don't know what you need. It's not clear where to go from here with you, but it's clear I need to keep walking. I keep walking for me.
I always knew we were built to fall apart.
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