I believed the day you stopped fighting for me is the the day I let go of you .
I let go of the smile that melted the chains of my heart
I let go of the touch that brought static electricity between us
I let go of the eyes that adored every curve and softness now replaced with distrust
I let go of the memories of warmth
I let go the the fear of unknown
I let go of the idea of being your home ,the cabin on the mountains
I was never the home ,I was the bed and breakfast where you healed
Now you healed and ready to face the world you won't need a pit stop
It's time for you to search for your new home ,new arts await you
I suppose, leaving the cabin is the logical step
The cabin will be shuttered once again ,this time it won't easily become someone's "home" again...
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RandomMe rambling about the little things in life,while dealing with anxiety and other ups and downs.
