Dear You

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It's amazing how much can change in such little time. How someone can go from saying "I love you" to being a complete stranger. Lost loves and broken hearts. But I'm too strong to let that stop me from going forward. You know what I loved you and you will always have a place in my heart. So I'm sorry that I'm not going to wait around for you to admit that you love me wholeheartedly. I must keep going, continue with school graduate, stay with cheer-leading, and move for a better future for myself. I will stand on my own and I will not be broken. I have goals. Win Nationals. Graduate high school. Move out of my moms house before college. Go to Vet Tech school. Become one of the best god damn vets there is. So no I will not sit on my ass and wait for love to catch up with me, I am way too headstrong for that anyway. I don't even know why I feel the need to say all of this you're the one that left. You're the one that blocked me. To part ways was your decision. All those nights you said you loved me you lied. The days you told me we were forever, were lies. I think at one point you might have cared about me, but then you woke up one day and said "I don't love you anymore." That was my worst fear come true. And it will always be my worse fear for the next person I decide to be with. 

"One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65. You will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find- is they are not always with whom we spend our lives."

I wish that one day our paths would cross. So I can smile at the one I used to know. The one who I loved and always will. But destiny has other plans for us. And that's ok, I can only sit here and wish you the best in life. Just like I always have because when you truly love someone you wish nothing but the happiness for them. Even if it isn't with you. Thank you for igniting my fire. I'll never forget the laughs we had, the good and the bad, the break-ups, the make-ups, and the love we shared. 

       Dear you,

Goodbye  

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