Oh darling, go grow your garden where they told you that you could not. You were not born to be so sad, so young. You have had a disagreement with life, not a falling out. Go plant your roots so deep they stretch for miles. And make sure whomever they touch, they touch gently. I know not everyone has been kind, but do not let them make you cold. For one day, I promise you, your roots will grow in someone else's garden. They will plant Daisy's around you, trim the hedges to let the light shine on you. They will help you grow. And then one day you will wake to the sun shining, and your gardens will have grown together. I promise not everyone leaves. I promise, someone will stay.
I want to forgive you. I think it's important. I want to forgive you, because I think I'm ready to forget. And finally forgetting you, and us, will be freeing. I'm scared though. Terrified really, I have spent so long, hating you and crying over you, and feeling so betrayed by you that loneliness has become a familiar friend. It's become the filling to the void that you left me with. I want to forgive you, but how ? I want to taste freedom but how? I want to let you and every single memory with you go, but how? You were my whole life. I grew up literally with you. Seeing you be happy with my (ex)bestfriend should make me want to forget everything. And I do, but I don't. I still have our New York photos, and our couch photos, and our every ducking day photos. You are everywhere. You. Are everywhere. I wish I could be soulless like you. I wish I could go to our old hotels, and restaurants and pretend I don't remember it all. I can't. I watch you buy her the ex
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